Confessions of a depressed Travel-holic

For two weeks I was at home, nestled in my cocoon of warmth that was the only semblance of heat I could get from my forever freezing hoe that is Melbourne. I shared pictures on Instagram and Facebook, got depressed every time I looked back on my travel album, then went out with friends. The third week I was back to work. I hated it. I hate it. Can I quit yet?

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I Bought My Suitcase!

If you have read any of my previous posts, you would have surely noticed that I have no patience when it comes to my upcoming trip; if you haven’t read them, well, now you know. Add excitement and impatience to my usual shopaholic tendencies, and you have me buying things that I most definitely need, but that could have waited a few more months without being bought.

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