Is this what being addicted to ice feels like? (Don’t answer that question) Someone, buy me a plane ticket to somewhere tropical – STAT! Since returning from my travel journey in March, there isn’t a day that has passed, where I haven’t found myself closing my eyes, and imagining I was in another country, travelling again. It’s now winter, and with winter, comes layers… Layers of clothing, layers of pastry, layers upon layers of visions of me, on a beach in Sri Lanka or The Maldives, not sitting in an office, wearing stockings, a coat, and eating soup to stay warm #thisisqueenslandwinter. Home just hasn’t felt like home… Where is home? When I put that question to myself, the first answer was that perhaps, “home” is where the mail gets sent… Although, that’s my parents PO Box… And I don’t reside there (I’ll take that question offline to ponder more). I continue to live in Buddina.. And yet, I’m not really ‘living’…. The pause button has been pressed on my life as I restlessly wait and save, so I can press play, resume life, and set off on my next adventure. ALL CLEAR! Ticket has been purchased for a weeks mini break, winter escape and I can’t wait! If you can’t get enough of my sweet rhyming or have nothing better to do (Yes, I’m talking to the people who are living in temperatures between 0 and 24 degrees with no snow), then keep reading my travel blog… Or be cold, over dressed and bored…. Pining for higher temperatures aka Spring/ Summer.