When I was preparing to come to Oz I was extremely excited about the idea of travelling light, throwing a few things in a backpack and just focusing on my adventures rather than what I look like. I bought a VERY small rucksack for a year backpacking and everyone I showed it to showed me a look of horror and exclamations that it was far too small, which I did sort of agree with although I kept saying “it’ll be fine, I’m living the non-materialistic traveller life).
I found myself the night I was leaving (yes, I do always leave things to the last minute) trying to stuff every single possession I own into said rucksack, including Matilda the cat, 3 Woolley hats and every card I received since my 1st birthday.
Things got extremely stressful, even with super mum Mand doing to lion share of the work. I still told myself that once I get to Oz I will realise I don’t need all my possessions and will end up throwing most things away other than a bikini, a towel, so knickers and a few dresses, oh boy how wrong was I.
After a few weeks and a few meltdowns, I decided I couldn’t handle living another minute without some new clothes and took myself to my happy place….. the ASOS website. The day my order arrived was like Christmas on crack, I ripped open all of the parcels with true elation and paraded around the hostel room with all my sassy new garments. Fitting them into the rucksack caused quite a headache, but I did it.
Such spending habits have meant I’ve had to buy a bloody suitcase to fit more things in and although moving from place to place becomes so stressful I want to curl into the foetal position, it’s all worth it when I can feel a bit more like me.
These spending habits haven’t hindered my experiences because I’ve done things that I never would of dreamed off back home and a little treat now and again have been what I needed to keep me sane.
I proceeded to keep picking up little “souvenirs” ie. excuses to buy more things. It somehow it made me feel a little bit closer to home and my old life, because although this is trip is all about soul searching, I don’t want to lose sight of me. The gal who loves a new dress because of how it makes me feel, the jangling or a new pair of earrings or a sassy hair clip to make me feel glamorous on that 1 night out a month.
I’ve always been obsessed with fashion, styling and putting an outfit together. A vintage Chanel handbag has been on my wish list since I was about 14 and one of my dream jobs is to be a personal stylist and I think it’s just a part of me. Seeing something online and imagining it styled in your own way gives me a giddy little thrill and I don’t think that’s ever going to go away.
I have however embraced the no make up look and wild hair and it’s become second nature to just wake up and get up and go and that is a feeling that is so liberating.
So I’ve just come to admit, I am just a material girl, living in a material world and you know what, that’s not such a bad thing, I could have a lot worse traits.
Ps. One of the girls has just told me Asos and topshop deliver to the hostel and I genuinely lost my shit.