Hey, my name is Bethany and I am a full time university student currently studying media and communication in Australia. I have always had a passion for writing and have a love for creative like-minded people who I can share my works with.
In Australia, it's that time of year when the clouds begin to fade away, the flowers start to open up and the flies come a buzzin'. The sun begins to shine a little brighter, and if you lay on the ground amongst the greening grass, you call feel the heat pooling across your skin.
Backpacking with a Suitcase
In the beginning of this year I was fortunate enough to be able to travel internationally to New Zealand. A good friend of mine just so happened to be on leave from her work, and randomly invited me to go with her only three weeks before the flight.
A Dream of a House
Isn't it funny, that as kids we seem to have this preconceived idea that when we grow up into an adult, we'll have a family, a house, a dog or two and a job.
A ‘weekend’ doesn’t allow for time to stop. Whether you feel like you’ve earnt a break or not, the fact is that there are things to do and people to see. A person who is responsible will spend a weekend cleaning from top to bottom; scrubbing the floors and clearing the kitchen table from an assortment of items thrown there over the week. You can’t just sit down and watch movies for twelve hours straight. You can’t watch the sun rise and set with nothing to break the view. A person has to do. That’s, simply, what weekends are made for.
The Simplest of Pleasures
What is life? What is living? What is it that makes the clock tick on and the sun revolve around buildings? How does a person know when the life they’ve been living has been lived? Is it when they buy a house? A pet? When they find themselves sitting on the kitchen floor eating dinner from a loaf of bread? Is there really anything that makes a life well lived?