Author: Molly

The beginning of last week was an absolute dumpster fire of bad news. The kind of news that leaves you crippled on your bed while you cry. Sometimes, it feels like right when life starts to pick up and get better, I’m kicked down even harder. But you know what? It’s going to be okay.… Read more

Part of my to-do list for this week on my self-proclaimed happiness for beginners journey, was to watch the movie adaptation of Happiness for Beginners. Lets just say it took less than fifteen minutes into the movie and there were enough, “No no, in the book…” moments to frustrate me into pausing it and finding… Read more

You know what I love almost more than anything? Flowers. I’m one of those incredibly sappy, hopeless romantic people who thinks that the giving and receiving of flowers is poetic and beautiful. It’s not the smell, not necessarily the look, it’s the sentiment. It’s the idea of a person seeing something beautiful, thinking of you,… Read more

I turned twenty-five last week. I’ve made twenty-five full rotations around the sun, I’ve had happy birthday sang to me twenty-five times, and I’ve opened a present twenty-five years in a row. I’m halfway to fifty, a quarter of the way to one hundred. By all the standards I set for myself, I really thought… Read more

I’m sitting at my kitchen table, writing on my laptop, surrounded by the few items that are mine. I am home. Well, I have moved into what is to be my home, but honestly, it doesn’t feel like mine yet. I look around the open living room, my bedroom, and my bathroom, and I don’t… Read more

Sometimes, I like to imagine what me at different stages of my life would think of me in the present. How would fifteen year old Molly feel knowing that I’m currently living abroad in Australia? She would absolutely flip out. How would me two years ago feel? She’d say that’s never going to happen, and… Read more

One week ago, I sat on a rock by a river, and I poured out my soul. I laid down everything, I came to the end of me, and I surrendered. Last week, I was faced with a reality I didn’t want, but one I needed. Last week, I was terrified of moving, of the… Read more

Nothing about my being here has been what I expected or planned it to be. I thought that I would be venturing out everyday to hike, walking on beaches, laughing with my friend; I didn’t think I would spend most of my time sleeping in until eleven and hating stepping outside into the cold. None… Read more

I went off-roading on Saturday. Not in the traditional sense, not with an ATV or a four-wheel drive. No, I went off-roading in Emeline’s car. It wasn’t planned that way. Originally, we were supposed to drive to St Columbia Falls, a little over two hours away from Launceston. But the cell service in Tasmania is… Read more

Nothing makes me feel more at home than when I driving on the Tasmanian back roads, listening to country music. Yesterday, I drove myself to Leven Canyon, a four hour total trip, with most of the drive being in the country. There were times where I could almost convince myself that I was driving the… Read more