it occurred to me today just how blessed i am.

last night, i watched the colours in the sky dance, changing every second in a magnificent show at sunset in a beach 5 minutes drive away.

this morning, i completed my 38th surf of 2019. 38!!! to put that into context, that’s more than the surfs i did in 2017 and 2018 combined.

just how did i get here?

i distinctly remember listening to a podcast a few years back, where the interviewer asked the guest how they decided to make their move to live at a different location. it was there that i realised that freshwater beach, otherwise known as freshie was where some of my best memories were. it’s renown for being a great beach for beginner surfers.

at the end of last year, i dared to let myself dream. and that dream was to live close enough to freshie so i could walk there barefoot with my surfboard in hand from home.

so, i start plotting my move to the northern beaches. there were many obstacles and twists in the way that i almost gave up. the pressure was on as my current rental lease was up, i had multiple changes of plans with flatmates, and after going to rental inspectations every saturday for 3+ months, there just didn’t seem to be any appropriate properties in my tight budget.

looking back at it now, i’m so glad i persisted.

to someone out there who’s reading this blog post – dare to dream! cos’ you just never know what’s on the other end.