It’s funny to look back at these photos that feel like a lifetime ago. Taken at one of my favourite spots in Auckland where I spent countless hours watching the sunset, wine in hand, thinking about how good life was. At least looking back at these it reminds me that I didn’t take this time for granted – I flourished in it the way that we always should.
It feels like an end to a chapter knowing that when I return things will be very different. Sophie, who took these photos, has already left to start her new life in LA. It will be cold, and dark when I get back. Evenings spent chasing the sun will be long gone. So while sitting here in isolation can feel like I’m missing out on my life back up north, I know that I’ll be mourning the life that I had during this summer on my return.
Wearing:
Ruby Cascade Crush Gown (Similar Here)
Georgia Jay Bag (Similar Here and Here)
Pared Sunglasses (Similar Here)
Converse Sneakers
[Dress Rented from Designer Wardrobe]
This is not all a loss though, just another new chapter. One where little things like the daily commute to work and buying my lunch out will be a thrill. Also, coats – how good will it be to cycle through all your old winter threads once again? There are only so many days you can fool yourself into thinking it’s worth making the effort before sweatpants and puffer jackets become the daily uniform. It’s funny to think that when this started all anyone would tell you to was how important it is to still continue your normal routine. I don’t know about you, but that lasted a total of 5 minutes for me.
Since there is no date guaranteed for this to end, I’m living my days for right now. Long lazy mornings barely rolling out of bed, checking the fridge 20 times an hour in case something new appears and baking until I don’t fit my jeans. The habits that used to dominate my summer breaks at home are my new daily routine, and I’m not sorry about it. Who ever realised how good we had it back at university? I definitely didn’t. Also, it doesn’t hurt having a live-in cook to make my dinner every night (thanks Mum!). So read, write, bake, eat and don’t feel guilty about living the slow life – one day we will be looking at this wishing we did.
