We planned the trip a few months ago after me having an episode of everything that seemed so bleak and the point of life, which may or may not have to do with seasonal depression that I am slowly getting familiar with. Alas, this trip – aside from almost drowning* after playing the, let’s take off our swimsuit inside the sea game – has been healing. We spent most of the day on the beach and nighttime, well, also by the beach. We played (bowling on the first night), shared a lot (I told her things I kept to myself for years), ate and drank a lot (that includes me downing a whole bottle of Moscato post-almost-drowned-thank-god-still alive-must-celebrate session). We roamed the place, taking buses and taxis from one beach spot to another. We read books, journaled, shopped and took tons of pictures. Jik introduced me to a product I couldn’t pronounce, no matter how many times I tried Weis Macadamia Mango ice cream, which I loved. I also had the simple yet delicious butter crab dish and sangria from two different places, which I didn’t have the sense to write down the names of. We went our seperate ways earlier today; she flew to Sydney and me to Melbourne. So now I am back in Melbourne, back home, a few shades darker and with a much lighter heart. Life is good again, or at least the Sunshine Coast trip reminds me that life can be good again (and how lucky I am to be still alive*).
* A heartfelt gratitude to the lifeguard who lifted us to the boat like a sack of potatoes.
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