No matter where you travel, you are undoubtedly going to experience a different culture.. even if it’s just crossing State lines or going to a different city or town.
Right, so I’m going to preface this post by saying 2 things:
- I’m not an outdoorsy kind of gal
- What I am posting about is not really a forest but it’s close enough in my book
The Christmas Tree in King George Square.
I have a confession to make.. I have a love/hate relationship with Christmas.
I was just going through some old photos and came across one that I looked at differently today that I did when I first took it…
Sitting in my suburban flat in Brisbane at 7.30am on a Sunday morning waiting for my groceries to arrive seems like the perfect time to reflect on the year that was.