Escape to Terrigal; A Photo Diary

Wearing: Asos Denim Jacket; Steve Madden boots; Vintage felt hat (from Terrigal); Miss Cherry lace dress;
(Photos taken by me and Betty; on Nikon D60 and D90)

Just like some rom-com movie: I drove over to my girlfriend's place in tears, headed straight to the kitchen, slam my phone down and put my hands up in the air in exasperation and sigh "MEN!".
This annoying situation is not unfamiliar to me but after a comforting honey black tea, I whisper into my cup "I need to go away" and just like a good girlfriend is supposed to say, she says with a smile, "yes let's do it!".
So, one week later of more emotional ups and downs we pack our rooms up and drive the 1.5 hours up to sunny Terrigal. I've done it again, do what I do best: Runaway.

Instantly seeing the serene coasts, the bright sun and fresh winds really soothed our souls. As we sat on Terrigal beach watching a family fish and playing with stray dogs, I naturally switched my mind off (as well as my phone) and stopped thinking of what I had back home in Sydney. The next three days consisted of detoxifying foods (oats, fish, eggs, teas, salads and fruits), canoeing, beach walking, cooking, drinking Madame Flavour tea, waking up for the sunrise, vegging out in front of TV, playing cards, rock pools, reading, pelican feeding and sight seeing.
 We bitched about men at times; but being in calm sunny Terrigal, I found I didn't want to taint the serene feeling with that frustrating topic. Instead we woke up at 6am to watch the sunrise and stare out into the waters, it was like I was meditating without knowing it.

I'm back in Sydney now, and I'm trying to keep the calm pace I had going back in Terrigal. Me and Betty bought Pandora charms for each other straight away, I got her a suitcase charm as she said when I picked her up: "I feel like I packed my whole room" and I giggled because I felt the same way. Then Betty got me a turtle charm because we arrived to Shelly beach we went to explore the rock pools. The rock was a forest green and scaly looking. I said "It feels like I'm going to mount a huge turtle and this turtle will start walking with us on it". She also giggled at that as she thought the same way.

 My last post here explains some of the crappy feelings I was feeling when I left. Like a good friend, Betty tagged me in the Instagram post and she helped articulate it all.
So, thank you Betty thank yooooooooou! Running away for a man-free escape really really does help.