of salt, the sea and simplicity

Hey there.

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I’m one week away from my very last HSC paper and after that, ce sera tout.

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I’ve been looking at my life for a whole now, and struggling with a lot of things.
What I’m doing, what I want to do in the future, how can I help make the earth a better place, how can I be a better human being?
All of these questions, in addition to general worry and this feeling of guilt, amongst other things, had me feeling a little down.

This weekend, we roadtripped to Aamby Valley and it’s one of the most gorgeous places I’ve ever been to me.
For me, travelling has always been therapeutic and wanderlust is basically a 365 day round maladie.
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Our cabanas were stunning, with a lovely lake view and a private pool/jacuzzi(!!!)
The “tents” were beautiful and smelt like Patchouli and Lavender, both of which help me relax.

For the weekend, I carried a book that I’ve been working through, Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts.
In the book, he talks about a lot of stuff I’ve been thinking of.
So sitting in that little pool, in the sun, listening to Vance Joy and Iron & Wine, I put a lot of things into perspective.

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I’m happiest when I’m travelling or creating or using my mind in some way that helps people.
I’m obviously someone who enjoys learning and sometimes, the pressure can get a bit too much.
I’ve been known to push harder on things that should just be simple.
And that internal pressure {or whatever}, is whats been causing all this trouble for me.

After hours of reading, the sun, tea and Joy’s crooning, I’ve settled on something that I think will help me.

Simplicity.

I tend to overthink things and complicate them more than they should be.
I read into things, I jump to conclusions, I hurry, I push, I shove, I fall.
No more.

Simplicity.

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SulaFest, panick attacks and food

Last week, I drove up to Nashik to watch one of my favourite bands play.
If you’ve been reading TBF for a while, you probably know about my favourite bands and one of them, is young the giant.

FUN NEWS. I GOT TO SEE THEM PLAY AND MET 2/5th of the band.

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Aaaaaaah.
I have no idea what I said to them.
Honestly.
The only thing I know I did for sure, is embarrass myself {which is typical, because that’s 50% of what I do every single day}, but I definitely said something vague and incredibly irrelevant, like how I had a math paper on Monday.
Speaking of papers, my HSC boards are 2 weeks away and I don’t know how I feel about that.
But that’s another post for another day.

So here’s what happened.
Turns out the band were staying at the same hotel we were.
I did not know this until much later.
Like, after I met them later.
Eh.
So.
I thought I saw Sameer {the lead} at the entrance of the hotel and freaked out a little but baaaaht, I wasn’t sure whether it was him so I just waited in my car, mentally preparing myself.
Eventually, I got out of the car and trudged into the hotel lobby but sobsob.
He was no where to be found. Dejected, I dragged myself back to my car, which my father now parked in front of this white van.
I got in and began to explain my dissapointment to him when my father said, “Uh. The van behind us says Young The Giant.”
I cried a little and with my heart in my throat, got out of the car.
Upon reaching the van, I stuck my head inside the open door, and made eye contact with Sameer { fun fact friends: eye contact = you are now best friends. Everyone knows that. Psh}
and I think I awkwardly said hi anf asked for a picture.
AFTER THAT I HAVE NO RECOLLECTION OF WHAT I SAID TO HIM OR TO JACOB WHO LATER JOINED US FOR A PHOTOGRAPH BECAUSE I WAS A LITTLE MORE THAN STARSTRUCK.
I apologise to anyone I’ve ever made fun of for fangirling.

And that’s how it happened.
I made it sound overly dramatic and like an extract from a very badly written book but friends, my hands are still shaking.

FOOD:

SulaFest had some fantastic food stalls!
There were stalls by Café Zoe, Woodside Inn and Maroosh amongst others.
We got lamb burgers from Woodside
and the most tender pulled pork sliders on brioche from the Zoe stall.
So so good.
There was the ubiquitous coupon system which personally, I think is annoying.
THE COUPONS BECOME CASH LATER ANYWAY SO WHY DON’T YOU JUST TAKE CASH IN THE FIRST PLACE.

Eh.

We also ate some delicious BBQ rub fries from Zoe which I LOVED. The served them with this incredible wasabi sauce. So good.

Apart from the incredible performance { yes, I drove all the way only to watch YTG play oh my god stop being so judgy} and the food, there were loads of pretty sunflowers and cool stalls.
I wanted to buy ALL the rock LPs but guess who doesn’t have a record player?
This gal.
Sob sob.

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Bring them baaaaaack.

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