Thanksgiving

I'm going to be brutally honest with you. Mom and dad close your eyes for a second and ignore the next sentence. I never want to leave this country. I want to scream it from the rooftops: I'm head over heels with Australia. In the last six months I've met the most beautiful people, danced on beaches, in rainforests and knee deep in the mud, swam in waterfalls, did a gazillion roadtrips and laughed so hard my whole body hurt. Every single day. This country is just one big steaming bowl of fun.

To all of the good people who picked me up while I was standing on the side of the road, covered in a marinade of sweat and sunscreen: you rock. To the ones who smiled when I showed them my old little tent and welcomed me into their homes, gave me a couch, bed, food and stories I will never forget: you opened my eyes and heart. And the friends I met along the way who I shared wine, laughter, dance moves and love with: I send you big fat red kisses.

THANK YOU for bloody good times.

And I'm only halfway. Five more months of Aussie happiness.
YESSS!!!