Two weeks of perthfection. It's been five days since coming back and I've yet to get over it. I've been pushing back on blogging about the trip because it can get a bit depressing every single time I reminisces the good times there. As much as I love and miss my family back home, I really didn't want to head home at the end of it. It was so surreal. I can't ever imagine I could just walk down the road at night, lay down on the soft cold sand and stargaze at the beach. I would never in a million years imagine myself riding a limo (yes, a freaking limo) to a music festival with a bunch of lovely strangers whom we just met on the beach the night we arrived. I cannot get the beauty of God's creation out of my head. Everything was so laid back there and I didn't have to worry about anything (like what I want to do with my life now after graduating). Soundwave was awesome (a separate post on it, maybe). The weather was perthfect (maybe because autumn is coming). The beaches are beautiful. We met a bunch of lovely people and made friends from other parts of the world. I've learned so much from them and the trip itself (some things I would have never bothered to find out myself). Getting groceries and going to the convenience store has never been more fun. I'm missing the midnight visits to the twenty-four store to get halal beef jerky and milk. Our accommodations were simply the best (in different ways). And travelling with your best buddies made it so much more incredible. Everything was amazing.
It seemed like the perthfect trip we could ever asked for.