Growing Pains.

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No references of the eye patch..but you get the idea.

When you go to school, the first social construct you’re made aware of is the art of fitting in. For six-year-old Maria that was made particularly hard thanks to my optometrist, who made me wear an eye patch over my one lazy eye (+ round metal glasses). I could have turned it into a cool pirate-related thing and got the six-year-old boys onside, but unfortunately the eye patch was made entirely out of tissues and sticky tape, thanks to my thrifty Mum. I didn’t get made fun of but I felt very different, and it kick-started the whole journey of self-awareness that we all have to begin sooner or later. Read more ›

Swim Good.

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Photo of me mid cry for your own personal reference.

For a  really really long time now (each of my family members will attest to this), I have talked about moving away. Brisbane as much as I appreciate it’s laid-back vibe and overall amazing weather, had outgrown me a bit and it became time to start looking for a pair of big girl pants to change in to.

So the first day I landed I Melbourne, it surprised me that I burst into tears on three separate occasions. The first instance was when I lost the piece of paper that contained my wifi password on it, and that I was specifically told by reception not to lose as they wouldn’t issue another one. Somehow between reception and one floor above that, I lost that God damn piece of paper. And so I did what any mature 27-year-old would do, and proceeded to go to my room and cry. Read more ›