new year, new south wales

^ This cafe, in Broadwater, is a converted church called Our Daily Bread. Genius. 

^ A mother Dolphin and her calf! Squee! 

Happy New Year friends! 

This year really is new, isn't it? Doesn't it just feel shiny, unwritten, and exciting? I would be a puddle of poo if I said my 2012 was 'terrible' when you compare it to other's: My loved ones are Ok and I have two legs and a heart beat. It's just that 2012 was heavy, and as my Grandad says 'Just because your neighbour is missing a leg doesn't mean your broken leg doesn't hurt.'

For me 2012 included moving in with Oliver, starting and successfully completing a thesis (whoa, did I do that?!), starting a garden, losing my blog Curves, Patterns, and Pins and starting this one, creating a society, getting that-haircut-that-shall-not-be-named, health scares, minor surgery and those other, heavy events that I'm not up to sharing on the internet. Yes 2012 you have been challenging and enlightening, but I'm excited to see your ass out the door.

If 2012 was the year of challenges, 2013 is the year of the unknown: Will I get a job that actually relates to my degree? (please cross your fingers for me!) Will I finally get to freaking sew? Will I turn into a fire truck? Who knows guys? I. Just. Don't. Know. 

I welcomed this perfect, untouched new year by visiting northern New South Wales (NSW) with friends (pictures above). There is no better way to break free of the shackles--whether it be a shitty year or demanding job--than camping with friends. 

2013, I love you already. 

And I want to thank you, seriously, for taking the time to read my blog and hang out in this virtual world with me. I can't wait to share 2013 with you. Happy New Year!

^ South Ballina. Beeeaaaauuutiful.