I got back from Australia just about two weeks ago, and already it feels like a lifetime away. I've had trouble when thinking about how to write about this trip. Partly because it's been so long since I've blogged consistently. The few things I have written about are just promos or pretty pictures. And I hate the idea that I'm perpetuating some kind of myth that my life is only full of shiny smiles and vacations. For the record, it's not. Just today, (and really, on any average day), I've run the gamut of emotions reading other people's blog posts or status updates and thought, "wow, she has it so easy", or "why didn't I get invited?", or "I wish I had it all together, like her". I'm not sure we're (I'm) made to process so much information. And I hate the way the internet can make us feel sometimes.
On the other hand, it's not every day that someone calls you out of the blue, and offers you the job of photographing a dream vacation. So I don't want to come across like I'm whining or ungrateful. I am. In fact, I'm still a little dumb-struck and unsure that this whole thing even happened. Every day there was unbelievable, in the best way.