Although I’m all about creating memories, having great experiences and just generally wanting to live without thinking “I should have done that,” there’s one stage of my life that is full of regrets – my time at university.
It’s not that I did badly or that anything went wrong – I graduated from The University of Queensland (apparently one of the world’s top 50 schools) with a decent GPA and walked straight into full time employment – but that I didn’t make the most of it. People were always telling me “you’re going to miss uni!” or “enjoy it, they’re the best years of your life” but neither has proved true.
I had the wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am of university careers: I was in and out with my bachelors degree in hand within three years, and didn’t spend any more time on campus than necessary. In fact, by the end of third year I barely went to class, even though I was lucky enough to go to one of the biggest and arguably the prettiest campus in Australia.
With that said, here are the six things I most regret about my time at uni – I hope some future or present students read this and learn!
So apparently today is exactly a month since my last post – whoops!
It’s not that I’ve had nothing to say – more that I’ve had a million things I’ve wanted to say, but every time I try to type or write something out, I either mental blank, or get sidetracked and write 1000 words no one wants to read.
Maybe I’ll gradually make it back to the long list of drafts I have on the go, but in the meantime, the only way I was going to get anything out was a good old “Life Lately” brain dump. So here’s what’s been happening since my last post!
1.I’ve been overseas! If you follow me on Instagram you might have noticed I spent two too-short weeks trotting my pale Australian self around Italy, Greece and Turkey. This could be a few months worth of posts on its own (and a couple are definitely in the works), but for now I’d just like to say UGHHH TAKE ME BACK.
2. I got a new camera! B bought it for me while we were in Athens (OK, B mostly bought it for himself, but he already had a DSLR so it may as well be mine). It’s a Sony RX100 M3, I’m in love with it, and you can (hopefully) expect my blog quality to improve over the next few months.
3. I got super nostalgic, as yesterday was 4 years since my high school graduation.
4. I’ve joined the party a few years later and become addicted to Entourage.
5. I’ve started selling my old clothes online for the first time – listing my Black Milk felt like selling my 2012 self.
6. I lost the plot momentarily. As I’ve vaguely mentioned before, I work in marketing for the hospitality industry, and once August hits you’re looking at a 6 month blur of posters and social media campaign for Melbourne Cup, Christmas parties, actual Christmas, New Year’s Eve and Australia Day, that only finishes in February when Valentines Day is done and dusted. Combine all this with being behind because you missed the first two weeks of it while on holiday – not good! This post by Carly at Smaggle just about sums up how the last 10 days have gone for me – luckily I snapped out of it yesterday with a gym session and long sleep.
7. I’ve started house hunting again – B and I are on the move! In a couple of months we’ll be clearing out of our first ever apartment together, and into something that isn’t such a ridiculous drain on our finances.
8. I’m feeling much healthier and happier in the last month or so, so 2015 Resolution #1 is well on track. I still miss boot camp and group fitness, but yay for not being even a little bit self-conscious in the gym anymore! I’ve also gone back to reading more often, so Item #1 on my 2015 bucket list (very different things, promise) is picking up.
I’ll have my travel posts up very soon, but in the meantime I’d love to know what else I’ve missed! Leave me a link to your favourite post from the last month and I’ll check it out!
Because I was moving in with Brandon and everyone saw it as somewhat more permanent than the revolving door of units, flatmates and vodka I’d lived in since moving to Brisbane for uni, I was given a lot of warnings and questions about continued apartment life:
“But what if you want a dog?”
“Will you have enough space?”
“You know, you could get an entire three bedroom house for less rent…”
I was prepared for the disproportionate pricing, the lack of space, and the wanting a pet thing (pet-friendly apartment = sorted), but there was a lot that no one told me about the realities of moving into a “real” apartment complex, with normal adults going about their business, rather than students on a 52 week bender (I lived in Urbanest for a year once. Most surreal 12 months of my life)
So if you’re about to embark on apartment life (or a house-dweller wondering how the rest of us live), here are some of the highlights and downsides to living in large complexes – don’t say no one warned you.
There’s been a lot of talk lately on the difference between real life and blog life, and whether we portray ourselves as another person entirely.
Everyone is at least slightly different on their blog compared to the “real world,” even if that’s only because your blog lets you backspace until you’ve found the perfect witty words, or fine tune your photos. Most of us are a little less polished in reality – no one flat lays unless they’re taking a photo. But all that doesn’t mean you’re being fake.
So to break down the wall a little, I’ve decided to do my June recap by revisiting all of the photos on my personal Instagram, rather than the one attached to this blog – prepare for fewer photos but a lot more dodgy filters, and the weird realization that I’m possibly more interesting in real life than on the blog (there are reasons for this – will do a post on it soon).
A few weeks ago I woke up and realised I was an adult. And it was weird.
Even though I moved out of home at 18 and have been supporting myself ever since, it always felt a little like I was playing dress ups, because I wasn’t finished with the whole growing up thing – I still had to finish uni, get a full time job, stop living in sharehouses.
But then a couple of weeks ago I was getting ready for work and realised that somewhere in between my maintained love of Disney and stuffed toys, all of those things had happened (although the whole degree thing doesn’t feel real). “The rest of my life” has started, and I’m about to spend the next 40 or so years in a pretty similar routine. I don’t have a problem with this because I love my life, but still – eek!
Sorry I’ve been a bit MIA lately! It’s been a hectic few weeks with a lot of stress and the cold from hell. BUT when I stop to think about it some pretty cool stuff has happened too.
Sometimes life can feel a bit work-eat-sleep-repeat (even if you love your job, it can happen) but when I stop and think I’ve actually been doing a lot of things for the first time – and doing new things is the exact opposite of same-old-same-old.
I try not to be one of those girls who lets being a “milso” (Military Significant Other) define them. After all, it’s just his job, not mine – you don’t hear women going around calling themselves “teacher wives” and “accountant girlfriends.”
But when you spend several months of the year living alone, bored and/or worried, it’s pretty hard to not be shaped by it in some way – and to be totally honest? I think it’s shaped me for the better.
The real reason I don’t like being defined by it is the OSMW (over-sensitive military wife) stereotype – everyone knows one. I’d like to pretend they don’t exist, but they do – so instead of sitting back and staring at the ground with an “I’m not with them” t-shirt, I thought I’d stand up, do some milso mythbusting, and point out why we’re actually a pretty great bunch. So here’s my take on what it means to be an army partner, and what it doesn’t.
I tried to write an intro to this post to justify it, buuutttt let’s be honest – this took me a week to write and was all I had time for in between the utterly ridiculously crazy (but good crazy) week I had at work.
Read on for 20 things that make me, me – from phobias to Disney to tequila.
“Do yourself a favour, right now, and realise two things: 1. You will keep getting older, and then you will die. 2. Everything that’s ever entered your experience has lasted and will continue to last for only a brief moment in the life of the universe. This is game time, champ. You’re in. You’re in, playing, right now, and the clock is ticking. So stop wondering what it all means and how you’ll possibly ever do X and what people will think, and get on with your life already. Stop being a pussy and go do something amazing.”
– Johnny Truant, The Universe Doesn’t Give A Flying Fuck About You
Ever read a book and thought “what the hell was that” afterwards, but in a good way?
A few nights ago I came across and downloaded “The Universe Doesn’t Give A Flying Fuck About You” by Johnny Truant, mainly because it was free on the Kindle store. I settled in for a read, but it actually only took 10 minutes to get through. 10 minutes of fabulously back-handed motivation