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Adelaide: city of the churches and home to such tourist sites as a zoo, museum and art gallery. So while many of my friends travel the world, viewing and experiencing many new things, I too am having a fabulous adventure, being excited and surprised by all the wonders of Adelaide!
The purpose of this blog is to give all who read an insight into the life of a “normal” 18 year old Adelaidian and because I have a love for writing.
Earlier today I had my weekly read of post secret. I love post secret which is a blog where people send in their secrets as a way of confessing them and hopefully moving on. I love reading them because the secrets are refreshing real and there always seems to be something I can relate to. Take for example one from this week…
If you told me there were two bogeymen and a closet monster in my room when I was five, I would have laughed and walked right into my bedroom. Despite my courageous and valiant actions when facing such horrendous imagined beasts, I was absolutely scared to death of going to the bathroom at night. My childhood home (the small, strange place I am living in still) is like a maze. In year 5 we all had to count the rooms in our house and draw a floor plan. I was delighted because my house has so many rooms and thoroughly proud when other kids in the class voiced their jealously at all the rooms in my house. Although my house indeed has many rooms, these rooms are like matchboxes giving the house an overall maze effect because there are so many little rooms separated by doors. So now I have explained the maze like resemblance of my house, perhaps my greatest fear will make sense. As a child, nothing scared me more than walking to the bathroom. Due to possessing a huge environmental passion (even though I was a mere child), I tried my hardest to conserve electricity by keeping the house as dark as possible and only using the lights when they were completely necessary. The bathroom is at the far end of the house so it was a little walk to get there from my upstairs (four stairs) bedroom and literally every time I had to go to the bathroom at night; it was be a terribly scary ordeal! I would charge from my room through the pitch black to the bathroom in a matter of seconds. The moment I got to the bathroom, I would suss out every inch of it to make sure there were no murderers or robbers hidden under the bathroom sink and indeed there never was. But while I was in the bathroom, murderers and robbers could easily be outside the locked bathroom door waiting to get me. Therefore it was a matter of life or death that the moment the bathroom door was opened and the light turned off, I ran to my bedroom with cheetah haste and planted myself in my bed, because as all children know, the bed is a place of safety.
So indeed these post secrets often relate to your life! To my friends from near and far, I hope your days are going well and congratulations for making it to the end of this first and somewhat random post.
Love Lisa
The purpose of this blog is to give all who read an insight into the life of a “normal” 18 year old Adelaidian and because I have a love for writing.
Earlier today I had my weekly read of post secret. I love post secret which is a blog where people send in their secrets as a way of confessing them and hopefully moving on. I love reading them because the secrets are refreshing real and there always seems to be something I can relate to. Take for example one from this week…
If you told me there were two bogeymen and a closet monster in my room when I was five, I would have laughed and walked right into my bedroom. Despite my courageous and valiant actions when facing such horrendous imagined beasts, I was absolutely scared to death of going to the bathroom at night. My childhood home (the small, strange place I am living in still) is like a maze. In year 5 we all had to count the rooms in our house and draw a floor plan. I was delighted because my house has so many rooms and thoroughly proud when other kids in the class voiced their jealously at all the rooms in my house. Although my house indeed has many rooms, these rooms are like matchboxes giving the house an overall maze effect because there are so many little rooms separated by doors. So now I have explained the maze like resemblance of my house, perhaps my greatest fear will make sense. As a child, nothing scared me more than walking to the bathroom. Due to possessing a huge environmental passion (even though I was a mere child), I tried my hardest to conserve electricity by keeping the house as dark as possible and only using the lights when they were completely necessary. The bathroom is at the far end of the house so it was a little walk to get there from my upstairs (four stairs) bedroom and literally every time I had to go to the bathroom at night; it was be a terribly scary ordeal! I would charge from my room through the pitch black to the bathroom in a matter of seconds. The moment I got to the bathroom, I would suss out every inch of it to make sure there were no murderers or robbers hidden under the bathroom sink and indeed there never was. But while I was in the bathroom, murderers and robbers could easily be outside the locked bathroom door waiting to get me. Therefore it was a matter of life or death that the moment the bathroom door was opened and the light turned off, I ran to my bedroom with cheetah haste and planted myself in my bed, because as all children know, the bed is a place of safety.
So indeed these post secrets often relate to your life! To my friends from near and far, I hope your days are going well and congratulations for making it to the end of this first and somewhat random post.
Love Lisa
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