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I cant even remember the last 'Diary Post' – everything I wrote since then is stored somewhere in my head, but only there. So many ideas, plans, goals ! So, let's start..
There was a lot of happening since my Roadtrip. Got back to Sydney – as you know – lived there in a hostel until I was fed up, in a shared house until I got kicked out, on a couch until I found a car, in my car until I finally left this place. That's a life.
I will give my best to keep my '2016 story' going through some articles, to wrap my experiences up and to pick out my best tips for you. Here, in this diary, I can't tell my story more detailed– missed it – have to focus on the present moment, on what's happening right here and now. So what is happening now ? I am in Byron Bay, sitting together with some crazy people from all over the world, drinking a cold beer, writing this and listening to a pretty interesting discussion about the best and cheapest wine in town. (I should definitely write an article about it!)

Left Sydney about 3 weeks ago (I'm distracted – scusy), made a little Roadtrip together with a french guy I've met back in the hostel-times and arrived here in beautiful Byron Bay !

Enjoyed the last two weeks at their best, while doing some exploring, a lot of party and spending most of my days at the beach. Beside that I also found a job and some new friends.

Oh, and I'm broke again, broke but happy.
So get your sh** together Kim and work !

#61 ONE EVENING IN BYRON

Watigos Beach

Main Beach

#57 040816

So. It has been a really long time since I took the time to be active here on my little baby. Well, I have been damn busy – and broke. I'm still broke, counting $3 on my bank account, but my Laptop is charged, my music playing, the sun is shining and my van parked safely. Yes, I am living out of a van – but let's start where we left of. Adelaide, Roadtrip, traveling alone again.
So let's see what I wrote down more than a months ago !

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Sydney. Bondi. Beach. “awful painting of waves here” I can hardly remember my last day off – can hardly remember my last – public – piece of writing. So this one I call 'diary', so where do I start ? (bad repetition Kim) Before my friend left, we flew to Adelaide, spend a few beautiful days there together and made our way along the stunning Great Ocean Road up to Melbourne. As I happened to be the only one holding a valid drivers license, I had the pleasure to drive us all the 800km (roughly) from A to B (or 'M' in this case – your not as funny as you think you are). It was, without even the smallest thought of doubt (pretty sure the formulation is not correct at all), the most beautiful drive of my life so far, the most exiting one and (also) the most thoughtful one. (If this would be a serious article, I would change the word 'thought' below – well, past-Kim: my auto correction agrees with that). We had rain, darkness, assholes on the road driving next to me (oh yes!) - but nothing matters (well, some of them made me really crazy) as we enjoyed the overwhelming presence of the endless ocean lingering to our right. I will not miss to write a more detailed, better written article about this memory, as it was one of the best ones in my life. It lightened up that fire inside of me, which I failed to keep alive for some time (drama baby). We arrived in Melbourne, enjoyed our last days together. She flew home & I made my way back to Sydney (again by catching an uneconomical plane). Alone again, when I arrived at the KXB (Kings Cross Backpacker Hostel), where I stayed for the next few weeks, working for accommodation, saving money, following my other job as a waitress and being haunted by this more than unpleasant feeling of that I do nothing but working. What a life. It's not like I couldn't do all that – physically: no worries. But you know what? - I don't f*** want to. Not anymore. Not in Australia.
That's why I decided to move out, find a flat and pay rent. (and this is where the part in which I loose my money and end up completely broke in a van starts) That was one of the best decisions during my time here so far (yep, broke but happy). I decided to live again. (Yeah.. we got it Kim – good decision). To take a break, don't let the money pressure push me down, don't let work tiring me out till I have no energy left, don't live my life like that. (Got it? Good decision “approving smiley here pls).It might sound a bit too serious but - for me – that decision was incredibly important (Bla Bla Bla). I moved to a great shared flat in Bondi, spent time at the beach, had good parties with my flatmates and enjoyed my awesome life. (For three weeks, until the landlord kicks us out – but more of that later)

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3 months in Australia so far. They say time is running when you're happy. Right now – time is running away from me, it is flying and sometimes I think I can't even catch up. But you always do, you always catch up, no matter how slow you go. There was a lot to do when we just arrived in Sydney. At the beginning it was about finding a couchsurfer, then about finding a job, about finding an apartment, about finding a bike... It seemed like this search would never find it's end. Now it just did and in it starts all over again. Finding a hostel, finding a way to save enough money..

My friend is leaving soon. 3 weeks left to spend with her in Sydney. One week of traveling. That's it. Then I will be alone again – while 'again' feels like as if it would actually be the first time right now. The good thing on which I am really looking forward to : more time to write, more time for me, more time to inhale Australia.

You know, it is beautiful to live here – to know that it is possible. It really is. I know that I can always 'run' – I learned so far that there is always the opportunity to just escape and build a new life somewhere. But isn't that too easy ? You can never run away from yourself. Not really.

That's why it is, why it will always be the healthiest way (at least for me) to go home at some point. To face the reality. That is what my friend does. She is ready – I am not. Not yet. I have to see the world, feed my hunger and see myself more clearly. (Oh, and I definitely have to improve my english!)

This is my first post in that style. I always liked it way more to write on an actual paper that on my laptop. In that way I can improve, change my writing afterwords – but do the actual thing, the writing like I love it.