Resting Place

Personal 3 November 2018

Bond-cry over Bondi.

As much as I relish the idea of living out the authentic Australian experience by way of frequenting our amazing beaches, the hour-long commute from my small suburb down south somehow never feels justifiable. That is until I visit a beach and remind myself how foolish I’d been for neglecting this vital part of living in Australia.

Today was one of those days.

I recently got myself the film camera of my dreams and decided that the scorching heat was reason enough to head to Bondi Beach. Under the golden skies, I finally started reading Murakami’s Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage while the waves crashed in the distance and the salt breeze tussled my hair.