Spring has Sprung

Personal 14 September 2018

Down Under, that is.

For the past few years, I’ve had a conflicted relationship with spring. I’ve always fancied the idea of spring — the vibrant blossoms, the orange leaves crunching beneath my feet, the promise of unbelievable sunsets. But, being the compulsively nervous undergrad I was, with an excessive amount of self-inflicted anxiety and far too many pages of readings to cram before the highly-dreaded onslaught of final exams, I was too spent to fathom the prospect of enjoying spring at all; not necessarily because of spring per se, but because of its proximity to exam season.

Having graduated, however, I am now able to look a little broader at the world around me beyond a thick pile of textbooks. Working in various legal environments has also enabled me to develop a more profound appreciation of nature once I step out of the office. I also owe this to my deliberate shift of focus onto visual narratives, which has been rejuvenating.
So, now that spring has officially sprung Down Under, I’ve been bathing in the blissfulness of it all — and boy, has Sydney been boasting the most delightful weather these past few days. I mean, picture this: pink blossoms dancing swiftly on a quiet suburban street under jovial blue skies with Conan Gray humming softly somewhere in the background.

I’m not even being hyperbolic. I’m convinced Conan Gray is a fairy.*

But of course, pics or it didn’t happen, so they say. As such, behold my quick iPhone snaps from recent adventures depicting my elaborate boozy brunch spreads, where they ran out of Tabasco sauce for my Bloody Margaret; city scenes whilst commuting to the city and trotting back to the office from lunch; thought-provoking art exhibitions; and aforementioned pink blossoms, obviously.
* I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!