Now, when you’re a sheltered inner city hoe, being 10km outta the city centre feels intrepid. Clearly this is next level shit. We had to open 3 farm gates and almost ran over a possum to get to the house we were staying in.
But it’s all good stuff when you get there, once you figure out how to turn on the heating and use the fire and you turn off your phone and you start reading a book for the first time in forever. That’s a good one.
And it’s a good one when you wake up in your cute floral room and the sun in streaming in and you can see the mountains and the light is hitting the pond in jussstttt the right way.
And I fucking swear…the pies here are better. So are the scones. Not so much the coffee.
And when you do turn on your phone, you text your mates singing the praises of the country and insisting they all come up sometime, for some kind of idealised-Wes Anderson-chummy holiday in the hills.
I guess, in the churn of daily life: you can get a little too used to your own reality. You can lose your perspective; get caught up in petty shit. Maybe you were a bit of a dick about something? Maybe you weren’t enough of a dick about something? Maybe you spent too long looking at memes…whatever…shit happens.
It’s conceivable that when you’ve eaten a few veggie pies and you’ve ran around the house a few times and spotted a few kangaroos…not to forget the wombat you almost ran over; you cleanse yourself of some of the inevitable bullshit of everyday life. Getting away is some good shit, 10/10 would recommend, Sincerely, Isabella branded gold star.
Onto the marginally more superficial stuff, I listened to some top quality tunes during my time away and made a little playlist!
I also read Super Sad Love Story by Gary Shteyngart, which I really loved. It was clever, the plot moved well and it was funny. I’d recommend it, and this is coming from the girl that used to be super into reading but has kinda gotten out of the habit and is making desperate attempts to get back into the habit.
This wild breed of cold city hoe (me) maybe isn’t quite as much of a city hoe as she once thought. And when she gets home she might even make scones and mushy peas and veggie pies and maybe even super milky coffee if she wants to truly stimulate the country experience.