Dear Reader,
Any creative work deserves a title worthy of the endeavor, and mine came to me during an ill-fated road trip from Sydney to Melbourne. I was 300km into the Outback, cruising to Beyoncé and munching yogurt covered apricot balls, when I saw these words on a large blue sign in bold white letters: Every 2 Hours. Stop Revive Survive. The slogan is part of a New South Wales road initiative aimed at reducing fatigue-related car accidents. I read the sign, and thought about pulling over, but I had nine hours of road ahead of me and wanted to make good time. Needless to say I didn’t stop, and my tire decided to overheat and explode, leaving me stranded on the side of the highway, stuck in the desert sand. Guess I should have heeded the sign.
In a way, that’s what I’m doing down under. Life on the road of Manhattan can wear you down, and my eyes were tired. Moving to Sydney was simply heeding the sign.
Stop: Quit my soul-sucking assistant job and pack my bags for Australia. Revive: Awaken my first morning in Bondi to the lull of waves crashing on shore, the cool ocean air dancing on my brow, and the bright sunlight warming my skin. Survive: Open my eyes and look around my life.
Any creative work deserves a title worthy of the endeavor, and mine came to me during an ill-fated road trip from Sydney to Melbourne. I was 300km into the Outback, cruising to Beyoncé and munching yogurt covered apricot balls, when I saw these words on a large blue sign in bold white letters: Every 2 Hours. Stop Revive Survive. The slogan is part of a New South Wales road initiative aimed at reducing fatigue-related car accidents. I read the sign, and thought about pulling over, but I had nine hours of road ahead of me and wanted to make good time. Needless to say I didn’t stop, and my tire decided to overheat and explode, leaving me stranded on the side of the highway, stuck in the desert sand. Guess I should have heeded the sign.
In a way, that’s what I’m doing down under. Life on the road of Manhattan can wear you down, and my eyes were tired. Moving to Sydney was simply heeding the sign.
Stop: Quit my soul-sucking assistant job and pack my bags for Australia. Revive: Awaken my first morning in Bondi to the lull of waves crashing on shore, the cool ocean air dancing on my brow, and the bright sunlight warming my skin. Survive: Open my eyes and look around my life.
So here I am living on a world-famous beach, tan for maybe the first time ever, shedding my life-long fear of sharks to swim across the bay and learn to surf, and exploring all of the wonders this sunburnt country has to offer.
Thanks to my friends who encouraged me to start writing again, it's a pleasure to share all of my adventures. This blog's for you!
xoKaty
