On The Road Agaaiiinnnnn

Last night I embarked on a spiritual journey.  Back to the place I last lived in Sydney.  Now of course you’re wondering; what specifically does one require jour-netically for a movement of soul, mind and body to be classified as spiritual.

I’m glad you probably didn’t actually ask because it wasn’t spiritual it was stupid and I am fortunate to have been fished out of my own ocean chase.

1.    1.   Have little to no money

2.    2.   Rain

3.    3.  A note book and pen

I applied for rental van relocation from Melbourne to Sydney, thinking it would save me money and time. By the time I pay the highway toll and cross my fingers, spin 88 times while thinking frugal thought, hoping I didn’t get caught on a speeding camera .. it ended up costing me heaps more.  I did save time, was more comfortable and now can tell my Dad I did something cool.  On the budget I have at the moment all of those things are not worth about $200 unfortunately.

Rain rain go away , I was planning to sleep on the beach today. Don’t you just start speaking in tongues reading that bit. That’s it. That puts the” it” in spiritual. I rocked up to Mona Vale with bags on my back, shoulders and eyes.  My plan was to enjoy the sound of the winter waves with left over pasta, a bottle of wine and enough nostalgia to convince myself it was a good idea.

I busked outside of Coles and Woolworths for a total 2 hours. I made about $40. Which is amazing! This little girl was a little bit in love with riptide. She danced and screamed "mooreee!",  kept dancing. Until I got asked to leave because the shopping centre management doesn’t allow buskers. Fair. I gave the little girl a plastic duck I carry in case of emergencies. You never know.

Then came the rain and lightning. Actually that’s a partial lie. On my way to Sydney it started to rain but it stopped so I thought of course Jesus wants the beach to be dry for me . DIVINE INTERVENTION.  I had to pass the place I used to live on my way to the beach and I wanted to stop there to see who’s living there now. But as a wet, bagged mess,with thunder and lightning about I felt like it wouldn’t go to well.

At this point I realised this whole idea wasn’t going to go so well.

Notepads are my new favourite essential. I write notes about everything and anything. I write notes to remind me to look at other notes. Seriously. I went to my old flat anyways because I thought I'd go around back to the laundry room and leave my bags. That was smart and lucky. I left a note saying “I'm just moving house, I’ll be back in the morning. “ Also with my phone number but my phones not activated ..

I sat under a picnic pavilion at the beach, said a few words, chewed gum, blew bubbles. It was about 10:30 pm at this point, the cold distracted me from my stupidity. I went for a walk. I laid on the rocks. I screamed. I noticed an s.u.v pulling up and thought fuck man someone probably called beach security. 

Mona Vale is a sort of wealthy area and lot’s of old people. Here I am screaming and walking about at 11 pm. What am I going to tell them. Sorry sir I’m here merely to re-step through a passage of nostalgia and self reflection. I feel a strong connection to this sea. Let me be.

“Are you okay, I just came here to smoke a cigarette and look at the lightning. I noticed you laying there. Do you have a place to go?”

“uuhh. I’m okay. I’m not exactly homeless, just stupid. I um I’ll just be staying awake until morning and go pick up my bags. Thank you though”

“Do you need food?”

“Aw no thanks, you're kind.”

“Is there someone I can call or somewhere I can take you”

“Umm not really. I came here sort of on a whim and it wasn’t a good idea so I’ve gotten myself in this situation ..”

“I just live on the corner there, I’m normal, I have an extra room if you’d like to stay the night and I can make a hot tea. It’s raining! Whatever you’ve got yourself in . Let me get you out.”

I looked at this person. They sat down.  We talked for a few minutes and I explained myself a bit. They still offered to let me stay the night so I excepted .

We had chamomile tea and raspberries, shared stories about family, travel and common hobbies. It was really bizarre because I couldn’t help but feel like a complete fool. All they said was "well it’s nice to have a guest in the house."

In the morning I gave them a little origami swan my host mother gave me and said thank you x infinity. I left to get my bags from the laundry room of my old flat. Caught the bus, now I’m at Warringah Mall in the library charging everything before making my way to the city and to my ex-coworkers place.

I was going to make this days blogetry about leaving Melbourne and driving to Sydney but this is in fact more interesting and fresh . Melbourne to Sydney was a regular farewell really. A wholesome one. I was able to spend quality time with everyone I wanted to. It was weird though when I said “peace out home boiis” my homies said “it was nice to have met you.”

Like I forgot I only knew these lovely humans for the past 3 months. Weird. Even Mona Vale was my life/home just 6 months ago. So much has happened in that time.

Next time I come back I wonder if that person will still be living in that corner house. I'll make sure to bring an umbrella, tea and a notepad. It'd be great to catch up after whatever time has passed.

SPIRITUAL A.F. 

ps. Wednesday blogging seems to be good for right now. Until next week <3