Ever been wistful for a holiday that always seems to be too far away? I used to feel the same way. Like you I have to go to work to pay the bills, am tied to one spot as my children complete high school and embark upon careers and have competing priorities on my budget. My landlord, bless his misguided heart, seems to think that paying rent is more important than me booking another cruise.
Brunch Fuelled Vagabond started as a way to share my passion for exploring the world around me, being a tourist in my own town and (if I’m really honest with myself) an excuse to order eggs benedict on a regular basis.
I’ve lived in a dozen different cities and towns across Australia and the one thing they all have in common (aside from the one small, sketch mining town) is some kind of tourist board. That means that there are people deliberately planning to come and see the things you walk past without looking at. While you’re dreaming of being out there seeing new things, people are doing the same to the area where you live. For example, my husband has lived near Sydney almost his whole life – he doesn’t *see* the Sydney Harbour Bridge. His attitude is “meh, it’s just a bridge”.What. The. Actual….? Since I’ve known him I’ve photographed it, eaten brunch looking up at it, driven over it just because it’s the Sydney Harbour Freakin’ Bridge, and climbed it twice. I still get excited when I see it. Just a bridge??? Being a tourist in your own town is about opening your eyes to the things around you and living a lifestyle that embraces the things you normally only do on holidays. Making everyday life as wondrous as the escapes that take us away from our normal lives.
That’s me right there. I want to explore the world, but I have days here I want to hide from it. I love being surrounded by friends and family, but often I want to shut myself in my room to be alone. I want to see and do *everything* all at once, but I’m torn between that and binge watching Netflix. Everything is an opportunity to laugh and disasters are just stories in the making. Seriously, we broke down in the middle of BFN (urban dictionary definition #2), met a man who had a bullet for the Prime Minister, and had to drink cider filtered through a hanky – we laughed our way through it all and still laugh about it when we think of it.
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