Australia Post One: Time Out

To You,

I’ve decided to refrain from making any ongoing promises about the consistency of my posts. Because, let’s be honest, I’m sucking at it.

But to err on the side of sounding negative – here I am! Success! Brava to me!!

In February of this year my husband and I finally hopped on a plane to visit my brother and his girlfriend in Perth, Australia for an amazing two weeks. We flew into Brisbane for one night before jumping over to the WA where we stayed with them in their home a mere few blocks from the Indian Ocean.


[It’s okay. Take a moment to hate them for a moment. It happens.]

It’s needless to say how beautiful Australia is, but it does require reminding on how beautiful life can be over there. Just the idea of breathing in that fresh sea-salt air; feeling that golden sun on your well-sunscreened skin; drinking cup after cup of top-notch coffee. Every evening I became exhausted around 9:00PM, and sure I can blame some of that on the ridiculous jet-lag I suffered, but for the most part my body and mind finally let go of all my worries and uneasy anxiety that I hold onto daily. My brain would just melt down and my body would follow suit. And I rested. My soul just rested. And although this sounds lame and like death, it was quite the opposite. It was a moment for the death of the monotony to escape, and a breath for life to make its way back in.


The trip reminded me that I need to find my peace in where ever it is that I’m situated. I’m a free bird, and being settled in one location is a very hard notion for me to comprehend. But that doesn’t mean that I have to give in. So no more giving in. I may not live on the Indian Ocean (Damn my brother!), but there’s still a beautiful life to live.


There will be more posts to follow (who knows when) with more photos and write-ups pertaining to our trip to Oz. You can also check out more on my website,

But for now, I’m going to take my own medicine as I head into the weekend. Time to take a breath. And keep on keepin’ on.

Love from, Vic Louise xoxoxo


The Power of Little Girls Against the Masses

To You,

I’m only going to give a few brief words, but please check out the article link below. It details the shooting of a 14-year-old girl in Pakistan who had the heart of a lion to speak out for human rights, and in turn was shot in the head. Speaking out against the Taliban since she was 11 years of age, Malala Yousafzai was targeted on a bus of schoolchildren by the Taliban on Tuesday being hit in the neck and head. Listed in critical condition, Malala survived however a bullet is lodged close to her brain.

The hearts of little girls and women everywhere cannot be reckoned with. I was truly shocked by this recent report and although I am outraged by the actions of the hateful and fearful, I am overwhelmed with grace and awe at the power of this girl’s heart to not only speak of her dreams, but to stand up to the violent forces and explicate her right to fulfill such dreams of peace and freedom.

Love from, Vic Louise xoxoxo

New York Times: Taliban Gun Down Girl Who Spoke Up for Rights

Whip ‘n’ Curl

To you,

Today I spent my day re-sorting my luggage scheme (it’s never ending, I tell ya) which pretty much consisted of me re-packing my belongings without having any conscious outlook as to how much each suitcase would weigh since I am not flying to Durham, but taking the overground rail. Yes. I have been in London for a few days now, and what I choose to report to you lovely readers is that of my packing scheme. You thought my London stories would consist of tales of tea on the Thames? Perhaps shopping through Picadilly? Or maybe strolling the streets of markets and chimney sweepers? Think again people – this here is REAL! My apologies, I do promise for postings to get more entertaining, but for now just humour me.

To move on, I am now in west London staying with my mum’s youngest sister which is proving to be another couple of days of me chilling and researching Durham details so that I am the utmost prepared for my arrival and subsequent duties. In a bit of fun, however, I decided to doll myself up a bit before departing Oliver’s (brother) flat.. and.. well.. I’ll let the pics speak for themselves. Rather… rolley if you will.



A lil’ curly curl. I’ve never had rollers in my hair, and as fun as it was, my hair quickly deflated as it was raining out as I walked from my brother’s flat to the Bayswater tube station. Oh well.

So there you have it – London tales of luggage re-organizing, hair rollers, and Durham prepping. I ain’t sugah coating nothin’. (Actual Londonesque photos to be uploaded shortly. Forgive me people, but this isn’t my tourist town so I kindly forget to do such travel-related things. 🙂 )

Until next time, I bid thee adieu!

Love from, Vic Louise xoxo

Chilling Out in London Town


Spent the past couple of days still feeling the jet lag. Always a pain in me arse. However, strolled about and finally got some business taken care of – Bank account: Done. Mobile phone: Almost done. I’m really itching to get settled and set as it feels like ages since I’ve felt such a thing! Spent my summer staying with lovely people, but it gets really old living out of a suitcase for months on end.. constantly packing, sorting, re-sorting, and wondering “Where the hell did I put that thing?” So yes – I am a few days away from officially being moved back to England. And I am stoked.

I spent this afternoon visiting my cousin and her new lil one which was lovely – I had not seen my cousin in about 5 years.. the life of living all over the place. Its so lovely to catch up, but also surreal as to how much time has past.

The weather in London has been more than perfect the past few days since my arrival. Sunny, blue skies, with a little breeze to refresh the senses. Haven’t strayed too far from Nottinghill, just been wandering about and taking it easy. Eating good food, catching up with the big bro, playing zombie Xbox games, and sleeping far too much. Very homey indeed 🙂 What’s been the best feeling, I would think, is how at home everything feels. Every time I return to England I remember how much I do adore it here, and now that I’m here with my own agenda and my own projects, I feel pretty good about it. Something I’ve always prided myself on is pursuing my goals, and for the past year or so I found myself not really feeling like I was living my own life, but that I was negotiating with it. I really wanted to push myself to take advantage of all that I am capable of, and I feel like in a simple step, I’m doing that now. And I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. I truly believe in a life of compromise, but in the end, it still has to be your own life. And right now, due to many different reasons, I am very happy with it 🙂

So the plan for the next few days – enjoy London some more before I move to Durham! Photos to be posted shortly.

Love from, Vic Louise xoxoxo