Life geography

This weird feeling of being in a place and feeling good about it.

Not wanting to run away, or to get the taxi to the airport and get the first flight out. Not wanting to shut yourself in your room and plug the phone out. Not wanting to fall asleep and wake up after the winter ends.

When you're sleepy, but in a good way. When you're tired, but only because you had heaps of fun. When you're working long hours, but it's something that fulfils you.

A feeling strange to me. Something I cannot connect with living somewhere. Travelling yes, but living no. It just seems strange that it all works out. You have to work, but you also find time to enjoy yourself. You're super stressed at work, but you meet up with your friends and put it all aside until Monday.

And even simply observing the people around me: people wake up early and go jogging, go to the beach for a swim, go to their physio... People invite you over for dinner, go out and see a movie, want to go to a concert by someone they're never heard.

So relaxed and yet responsible. So laid back and yet organised. So professional and yet so open.

Isn't it amazing how geography changes lives?

After a swim at Porpoise Bay, Rottnest Island, WA

Christmas party and Beach run

Okay, not that much text is going to appear on here this time, but I hope the photos will make up for it.

We had a Christmas party at the office last Friday and the theme was Spain, Mexico etc. I was planning to go as the Spanish inquisition (as many were already coming as Zorro, mariachi and alike, and I wanted to pop out a bit outside the box), but I gave up on the idea. It had way too many layers, and it was a bit pricey.

Don't worry, I went for something equally disturbing, at least when it comes to me. In the end I went as [check image below], and I have to thank my friend Anna for the idea and the outfit.

Strangely enough, that thing is unbelievably comfortable! I might keep rocking up around the place like that... ^^

Here's a couple of photos from the office, during the preparations etc.

After recovering all Saturday, we went for a beach run on Sunday. It was a lovely day and a perfect opportunity to go to a beach that is only accessible by 4WD. It's located about 140 km south of Perth and is part of the Yalgorup National Park.

It was quite an adventure! I took my first swim in Australia (the weather has been pretty much crap since I got here; my last swim in the ocean was in India back in 2008), had a bit of a barbie (which is Australian for barbecue), and I've been told I can call myself a true Sandgroper (another name for Western Australians) after doing a 4WD beach run...

Here's a couple of photos...













And then we got back to the city, I took a couple of naps and chilled for the rest of the ever too short weekend...



Tadammm!