Tasmania Mania

Every so often when your head is a mess and your sister says “do you wanna come to Tasmania with me tomorrow morning” and it means she books a flight and you head on five hours later you just gotta say yes to the lot and count your blessings.

My week involved meeting my new cousins, Aunty, uncle, family friends, eating scones, picking plums, lone driving up Tasmania to see the seahorse farm, and as a whole finding the serenity that can often only be found when removing myself from my daily situation.

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