Rome: Top 10

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‘Wheennn the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore!’ This song played in the back of my mind for the duration of our stay in Rome, the Eternal City. The city earned it’s nickname from the ancient Romans, who believed that no matter what happened in the world, no matter how many empires came and collapsed, Rome would stand the length of time. To this day, the ancient Roman belief has not withered, as the capital of Italy remains a city of both warmth and energy. There were so many things to do, monuments to see, food to devour and experiences to live that we were constantly on-the-go.

Read on for my ten favourite experiences in the Eternal City.

Rome: Top Ten

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Underground Broadway: Autumn

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Every two months, all the musical theatre lovers of Brisbane jump in their cars and make their way to the New Globe Theatre (blasting overrated show tunes the entire drive, of course.) In this underground bar, said musical theatre lovers spend the night chatting, networking, singing, laughing, listening to live music, and laughing some more.

Underground Broadway’s completely sold out Autumn show certainly didn’t fail to deliver.

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18 things I learnt being 18

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On the morning of February 18th  2016, a friend and I woke up at 5am and drove to the top of a mountain to watch the sky filter through shades of peach, mango and salmon; the beginning of the Earth’s 1.5 million mile traverse around the sun for the day. The beginning of my life as an 18-year-old.

My 18th year was filled with golden waves of happiness, cracks of light disappointment and long ribbons of memories to cherish. Throughout the year, I continued to grow and evolve, learning a plethora of lessons that one generally masters in their first year of decisions and independence. To everyone stepping forward into the next phase of their lives, this list is for you.vines6 Continue reading “18 things I learnt being 18”

Passport? Check!

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43 days in Europe, begins today.

Holly and I squeeze down the aisle of the plane, our eyes roving across unfamiliar faces and rows of numbers as we search for our seats. Excitement bubbles in our stomachs, rushing through our veins, quickening the unsteady beat of our hearts. Anticipation has kept sleep at bay, but now it pushes against my eyelids as I settle into the cushioned window seat, adventure just within reach.  Continue reading “Passport? Check!”

Underground Broadway: Christmas

Tucked in an underground bar in Brisbane’s fortitude valley, a little room filled with tattered couches and strings of Christmas lights played host to a magical night of live music. People poured into the festive room wearing bright smiles, settling into the scattered array of chairs with bottles of champagne and picnics stowed in their bags. The show ahead would be a night of overly-talented performers singing carols and musical theatre pieces, the cast including members from the Australian tours of Les Miserables, Matilda, Into the Woods and the Sound of Music.

Underground Broadway is not just a place where musical theatre lovers gather to watch their friends and icons take to the microphone in a flurry of passion, laughter and energy. Underground Broadway is a place where like-minded people gather to share love and appreciation, spread joy and revel in happiness. As Spencer said on the night, “It doesn’t matter if you’re gay, what colour your skin is, your nationality, your religion… If you are kind, you will always have a place here at Underground Broadway.”   Continue reading “Underground Broadway: Christmas”

Nothing More

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Just some photographs a friend and I shot in May, nothing more.
A vibrant elephant dancing on a blue wall, nothing more.
Collages of fashion, people and art on peach backgrounds, nothing more.
Not every artwork has dozens of hidden layers sewed underneath swatches of paint.
Not every raised eyebrow or shrug means more than you think it does.
Not every conversation needs to be dissected under blinding lights.
Some things have no purpose more
than to simply be,
enjoyed.

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