Pink Swirly Jeans

I'm wearing my pink swirly jeans today. First time wearing them and I'm a little depressed to say they are very, very tight. Strangling my thardart tight!

I guess after 15 years I've finally gone up a size in the pants department. I'm choosing to believe this extra weight has gone to my arse, but in reality it's probably gone to my hips.

The only place I put on weight is my hips and it shits me to tears because it looks like I have permanent floaties!!

But this isn't about that or about my pink swirly jeans. This is my final post in Australia. Next Thursday I fly out to Nepal and start my first volunteer program 😁

I am pretty sure I have everything I need, I've got all my paperwork sorted (I think) and all that is left is to not get COVID before I fly out 🤞🏾

It is a beautiful sunny morning here in Tassie and I am back at my mum's house with a cuppa about to go outside and have some cuddles with my tink baby. The only thing I am not looking forward to is missing him.

And I don't actually think he is going to miss me!

He is so settled here and so happy with Georgie that I know when I come back and settle down again I have to get him a brother or sister.

Much like my pink swirly pants I've been having a lot of pink swirly thoughts churning in my pink swirly mind.

I'm probably going to put on more weight if Nepalese food is as amazing as it was in Hobart, maybe if I get the shits often enough it'll balance out?? Or I could just wear all my undies/pants etc under my floaties??

I'm going to have to put an effort in to meeting new people while travelling. I know I'm taking The Bont just for that reason, so I have someone I can talk to, but even he gets sick of my shit after a while.

Maybe I'll get Tinder, I've heard a lot of people use it while travelling, I used it while in Vietnam and I met heaps of people. One of them was absolutely, drop dead gorgeous and I couldn't believe they swiped right on me!

They was like 22 or something and god knows I don't have that kind of energy anymore. Hopefully I can find some 30+ people and do 30+ people things.

And I mean sight-seeing, actually doing something, things.

I'll be fucked if I'm going out clubbing. I don't do that in Perth, I am not doing that in Asia. I want to see things, I want to eat things and I want to do things I haven't done before.

Do you think it would be too much to hope for that I actually meet someone as well?? 🤔

Like someone I make a connection with. Because I am past that stage where I'm dropping my undies for any and everybody.

Was fun in my 20s but now I don't bother with sex unless I'm sure I'm getting off. It's just too much effort for sometimes no fucking pay off so I barely invest anymore.

And I am going to need to make sure I take time to relax while travelling. I know that sometimes I feel guilty about being somewhere new and staying in my hotel room... but sometimes I just want to sit and do nothing and sometimes I just need to sit and do nothing.

Case in point. While in Hobart I went out in the morning to do some sightseeing and get some food. I got rained on after a couple hours so went back to my room and showered and then I put my jammies on... and I got into my bed and put the telly on and at some point I even dozed off.

When I first got in to bed I was beating myself up saying I should be out experiencing new things and enjoying it all while I can, but I was so exhausted and needed to recharge. So I told my brain off for being so judgemental and I let myself enjoy being in my room.

As an introvert and an empath I need to have space to myself. Otherwise I am going to burn out just like I would if I was pushing myself too hard at work (speaking from experience here).

And after that I was able to spend the rest of my time in Hobart going to museums (the maritime one was so, so good), a lunchtime boat cruise (this was very fun and interesting), and trying out new yummy places to eat.

The food scene in Hobart is actually pretty amazing and I found a really good pub to watch the footy. I even met a couple of Dockers fans at the table next to me who were from Freo. They graciously left at half time so I didn't have to be in their presence while they flogged my Doggies 🥲

And I know I've metioned this before but I'm going to again - Tasmanians are very friendly. Strangers will just say hello out of the blue. I thought this startled me because it was out of the blue but I realised this startled me because I get scared it's not actually a nice person but a racist person getting ready to let loose.

I say this because this happens in WA, specifically Perth quite a bit. I am constantly on my guard in Perth because I have been in situations where strangers have approached my and it's turned very racial and threatening very fast. I have had to get off the train earlier than my stop a couple times because of this situation. I've had to leave places or find more crowded places (in the middle of the day I might add as well) and for the most part have my hackles up constantly whenever strange people approach me. Not just passing on the street but strangers who initiate contact. Unless we have a date this puts me on edge.

And seeing Aboriginal posters and art work around the place in Tassie also puts me on edge because I worry am I going to be a target standing next to this. And so far no, I haven't. Tasmania seems to be, so far as I've experienced, a relatively safe place for Blackfullas. And although that in itself makes me uneasy just because that is not the norm for me, I really love this and I wish everywhere in Australia could be like that!

But I've banged on enough and my swirly thoughts are out of my swirly head so I'm going to make another cuppa and go cuddle my dog and wait for the game against GWS.

Carn Doggies!!!

Oh before I forget, Kermit has a blown head gasket that'll take about an arm and a leg to repair 😭