20 Pictures from a summer that won`t be forgotten- Part 4

Home. That's what it felt like.

I feel blessed to have once called one of the most beautiful places I have ever been, home.
It was the highlight of the trip. We saw so much, but this was, without doubt, the highlight. And it was all luck.

Maroochydore, QLD. The Sunshine Coast.

Logan and I always planned on work and this is where work took us. Seven weeks. We worked on a farm and we expected to be somewhere in the middle of nowhere. And everyone else we talked to was. We got lucky. So incredibly lucky. Our working hostel was across the street from the Maroochydore river, which ran into the ocean. The beach was literally our backyard. The hostel became home, because it was a working hostel, nobody really leaves. Essentially the same people who were there when we got there, were there when we left. You knew everyone. On days off, everyone drank on the front porch. We all worked together. We spent every single day together. Not to say they were perfect. They weren't. I hated some of them. I could fill pages (and I have) about relationships in Maroochydore. Lucy, Jenny, Yoshi, Adam, Jamie, Luke, Anna, James, John, Bruno, Mattieu, Chris... the names go on. But they were there and all of them are apart of this story.

Everyday after work, Logan and I went to the beach. Swimming, boogie boarding, surfing. We would watch the sun go down over the water and then we would go back and make dinner. We spent days on that beach. We went kayaking. We biked. We climbed mountains.

I knew this place. The people. The culture. I got to observe here. This is where I really understood Australia. And that was so important to me. I cannot say enough positive things about this place. Tourists don't really go there, there is not a single store where you can buy a stuffed kangeroo. If it wasn't for work I would have never come here and I am so glad I did.

I miss it.