I grew up in the isolated Perth city, where most of my days were spent by the sea, going for walks, and eating brunch.
In July 2017, I moved to London, where most of my days were spent trying to earn money to pay rent, and most of my nights were spent trying to forget how much I had to pay for rent.
After a year of #livingthelondondream, I decided to move back to Perth. I think I’d had enough mental breakdowns to decide that London was not for me anymore. But before that, I spent a month living in Madrid and traveling around Spain.
I took advantage of the time I had alone to read books, work on my Spanish, and reflect on life. After a month, I ended up traveling with my brother around Europe and finishing the trip back in London.
As soon as I was back in that grey, crazy city, I couldn’t help but feel that I was home. I remembered all the reasons of why I loved London so much and decided that I would be back soon.
Turns out you can’t just move to the other side of the world and think your problems will go away!
After a week in London, I flew back to Perth for 3 months … The longest 3 months of my life. Adjusting back to the chill, laid-back life of Perth was challenging. But what was even more challenging was realising all my shit. (Turns out you can’t just move to the other side of the world and think your problems will go away!)
The time I spent back in Perth turned into a sort of reset for me. I faced all my issues and all the reasons of why I left in the first place. It took a lot of moments crying in bed (and in public), a couple anxiety attacks, and a lot of chats with family and friends. But eventually, I found closure, and I healed the wounds that had been holding me back.
Whether I was keeping active every day or a borderline alcoholic (that was a time), I always loved being on this journey of bettering myself.
I’ve always been quite a reflective person; constantly on a journey to be my best, most at peace and fulfilled self. I’ve also always been someone that has hopped from job-to-job, hobby-to-hobby, country-to-country. But “wellness” or whatever, has always been there for me. Whether I was keeping active every day or a borderline alcoholic (that was a time), I always loved being on this journey of bettering myself.
I’ve experimented, learnt and still continue to learn about all that stuff: manifestation, meditation, spirituality, yoga, food, etc. Basically, all the things that could help to at least decrease the amount of #moments I have downing a bottle of wine and freaking out over fuckboys or why I can’t commit to anything. (Those were also “a time”.)
All these experiments and lessons learnt lead me to one sunny Spring day in P-City, on a brunch date with my soul sister, Lien, where I had one of those moments (a good moment this time!) of saying, “Fuck it! I’m going into fucking wellness!” I got real passionate about it.
And that is how this space came about. All it took was moving countries back and forth, many many mental breakdowns, lots of alcohol, a few anxiety attacks, several filled up journals, a tonne of yoga and meditation, books filled with notes scribbled in the columns, conversations with all my family and friends, and a whole lot more. But I got there in the end! Just like you got to the end of this story! So let’s celebrate ourselves! Drinks at yours or mine?