Hippie.

Hippie.

So many times, i look out the window of what is classed as a normal life and long to be the traveling hippie. It's inside of most of us, only a few act on it. My best friend is planning on traveling around Australia in a kombi van next year. One of the most amazing and freeing ideas i've heard! She can stop where ever she wants to. She can stay however long she wants to. She can meet whoever she wants to. I know it's inevitable, but i wonder just how long until my inner hippie, fights her way into my adventures and just how long that adventurous spirit will stay for... Until sleep becomes permanent... 

So if you tell me i can't, i'll show you i can.

As children, we always had quite a number of 'dress ups'. Of course everyone wanted to be the Bride or even the priest marrying them, never the groom though. The one with the shortest hair always had the privilege (or in most cases, the horror and disappointment) of playing the groom. Lucky i always had long hair... I remember this one outfit though.. It was a hippie outfit. With a wig and everything! I always thought that the outfit was from my parent's era.. You know.. Back in the dark ages where there was no television or lights and they wrote with a feather and some ink.. I thought my parents were ancient! But the outfit was truly legend.. 

So next time you walk past a hippie outfit that may be out for a halloween party , stop and give respect to our parents.. because if they weren't writing with a feather in some ink (which they repeatedly had to tell me was just my imagination), then they were probably out under the stars some where, around a camp fire, listening to and playing awesome music...