She is a mermaid,
But approach her with caution.
Her mind swims at a depth most would drown in.
– J. Iron Word
It’s strange – when you know you’re leaving the place you grew up; where your family is, your childhood home; you begin to feel a bit overwhelmed. Every time you see or do something, you begin to think how this could be the last time – maybe not forever, but at least for a while. Which can make you feel like you’re drowning, because although you need to leave, you’re going to miss this place. The people, the places, the memories; all of these things have contributed to making you into the person you are today. So although you’re excited, and you can’t wait for what’s to come, there’s a little bit of you that’s sad, because you know you’re really going to miss everything that you’re leaving. And it doesn’t get any easier even when it’s the second time you’re moving away. So that’s what this past week has been – excitement for my new adventure in Florence, sadness at leaving my childhood home of Perth, and lots of stress in trying to get everything done before I go. I might seem excited to leave Perth and adventure out into the great wide somewhere, but I’m also sad at all that I’m leaving behind.
I think sometimes people judge me as being fairly shallow, and not particularly intellectual, because I can be a bit of a ditz; I often say silly things, the way I dress, and I guess even to a certain extent my love of the fashion industry itself. Well, I’ll be the first to admit, I can be totally shallow – I live for a good sale, and I have a slight obsession with reality tv (my weeknights currently consist of watching Married at First Sight, because who doesn’t want to watch a bunch of strangers get married?), but that’s not all there is to me. I mean, sure, I like to watch reality tv, but I also love to read. I like to dress up and wear a tutu, but I also love to play sports and get active. I might say silly things, but I’m also quite smart; you’ll often find me studying history – and don’t get me started talking about psychoanalytic theory, because we’ll be here all year. I guess what I’m trying to say is that you shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover, because you might miss out on all the other good stuff that’s inside. You can like reality tv and also be interested in a million other ‘smarter’ things. There is nothing wrong with doing what makes you happy, even if it causes other people to judge you in a certain way. You do you, and don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.