Quinninup and My New Mantra

This is a few months overdue, but I just finished an assignment for my PR unit, so I need to write for my own enjoyment for a little bit.

Mid June, I went down south with Coralie (down south is what Perth people say when they go anywhere in the South west region). It was the day after my last exam for the semester, my first semester at uni, so I definitely deserved a little break. Going down south is definitely one of the best parts of living in Perth. A few hours of driving and you can end up in the middle of a forrest or at a campsite right on the beach. I always tell friends who aren't from Perth that when they come, I'll take them on the best roadtrips.

But, why Quinninup? Or you may be asking, where the hell is Quinninup? Well I'll answer both those questions. It's about four hours south of Perth, and my Uncle and Aunt have a farm down there. It's quite a small farm as far as Australian farms go, but I have so many memories of going down there. It had been so many years since I last went, so it definitely was a bit emotional being back there.

If you weren't aware, I spent 7 years of my childhood in France. I used to say that I "grew up" in France, but you're not really grown up at the age of 9 (the age when I moved back to Perth). But having spent that much of my childhood in France, I can't help but feel like I missed out on a bit of extended family bonding. I'm not saying I'm not close with my relatives, but I sometimes wish I was closer.

I think it has something to do with becoming an adult. You start realising that time is slipping away, and that you're soon going to be one of those people that say "where has the time gone?". I'm not ready to be that person yet. I don't want time to get away from me and realise that there are things I've missed out on doing, on people to see.

So going down to the farm, seeing my Uncle, my Aunt, my cousin and his kids, was the most precious thing I could have ever wanted. What was suppose to be a little break from city life ended up being so heart warming and almost awakening. Not only do I want to make sure I remain close with my extended family, I want to get back in touch with family and old friends.

I was recently talking to a stranger, now a friend. I was telling said stranger about myself, I told him that I'm often eager to meet new people and reach out to ask them to get to know each other better, either just by chatting online or organising a little brunch date. I told him that I've made so many new friends at uni because I just go up to people and start a conversation. And he the way he put my personality was "fearless of rejection". Which is absolutely perfect. It's something I'm going to make my mantra, because life is too short live in fear. What have you got to lose anyway?

So I challenge you: when you're not sure whether to do something or not, or if you're scared or embarrassed. Whether it's asking that cute girl out, applying for a job thats way out of your league, or just sitting next to that person in class, ask yourself "what have I got to lose?".
(please don't answer with dignity because I will slap you).

Also, I made a little video from my time down there (drone footage included)...