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The start of the day and the end of the day are wh

The start of the day and the end of the day are what you have control over. What happens in between is just noise. ✨🌞 #CapeTown #SouthAfrica

I don’t know what I’m doing with my life but I

I don’t know what I’m doing with my life but I sure am grateful for moments like these. Waking up in Franschhoek, a little French Huguenot Town an hour outside of Cape Town. 🌞✨ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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Often when people think of South Africa they think of Safari ~ but there’s so much more to this country to explore. I’m going to make the most of these seven weeks I have left before I (hopefully) get back to Australia. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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Wherever you are, you’re there for a reason.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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The moments that break us are the moments that make us.

I got stuck here in South Africa from the pandemic

I got stuck here in South Africa from the pandemic but who am I to complain? Cape Town, you beautiful thing 😍 I have 7 weeks left here to get out before my visa expires and now that the lockdown has ended, I’ll be spending most of my time outdoors. Can’t wait to share with you all more of my life in South Africa ++ another stories series are coming up shortly! 🍷 edited with my “Safari” presets @shopworldofwanderlust

I haven’t been spilling the tea lately (stories

I haven’t been spilling the tea lately (stories fans) so let me spill some wine instead 😏🍷 who wants the Stories Series back?? If there are enough of you out there, I just might dust off the laptop and start sharing again! P.S. check my stories for a life update (or don’t) #stuckinSouthAfrica

For a girl who couldn’t sit still, suddenly that

For a girl who couldn’t sit still, suddenly that’s all I can do... 📝📖 this memoir has been eight years in the making with as many break ups, bad decisions, lost luggage and loneliness. I hope it lives in your heart like it has mine 🖤 p.s. more details coming soon! In the meantime, my radio silence on here means more words on the pages. ~ Brooke

[Stories s02] When the models made their final lap

[Stories s02] When the models made their final lap of the runway, I slid out from my seat and made a beeline for the open bar. THAT is why you go to fashion shows, people. There’s an endless stream of free booze and bite-sized food called canapés, which I still think is a name the French made up for under-catering events.

My parents always told me there is safety in numbers, so I wasted no time befriending two lovely ladies from Texas who were also in town for the event and similarly displeased (as I’d expect for Texans) by the tiny food portions. Those poor waiters started avoiding our table after we’d wipe a tray clean! The goat’s cheese tartlets didn’t stand a chance.

In classic style of the character I play in my own life, I start knocking back glasses of champagne. One…two….three…MORE! In a room full of sexy people and six foot something models, I find comfort in knowing champagne gets you drunk faster (its a fact, according to a quick google search). And google never lies more than the guys I date, so?

Somewhere approaching 10:00pm he finds me. In a sea of beautiful people just standing there *being* beautiful, I’m the girl falling over herself telling a story to my new friends from Texas. But I’m not just telling a story, I’m re-enacting it. With hand gestures. With full body movements. All of my limbs… all of the volume! “There you are” he spoke softly. “I’ve been looking for you all night”. He has? “You have?” I respond. “But of course!” He says with a grin. Ahh, the Spanish. They find a way to make something so ordinary sound like as if it were a romance novel coming to life. “Would you like to dance?” He asks rhetorically with his hand already extended, ready to take mine.

I do a quick scout of the crowd around me, who I’m sure I haven’t seen dancing all night. But in that moment of quickly turning, the room is suddenly turning with me, spinning, and without intending to, I’m half way to the floor when he catches me.
To be continued…🍷🍷🍷

[Stories s02] I don’t want to make all these sto

[Stories s02] I don’t want to make all these stories about the guys I’ve dated, so let’s talk about some of the guys I haven’t dated. If this were an episode, the opening credits would roll... “How to make men fall in love with you: Be Unavailable”. The year is 2016 and I’ve just landed in Barcelona. The first time I visited this city I didn’t quite fall in love with it, which probably had something to do with the fact I was robbed in broad daylight. Twenty-two year old me didn’t know any better, but if you want to get mugged, go to Las Ramblas.
By the time I returned age twenty six, I was better prepared. With my credit card stuffed inside my bra, I made my way to the Passeig de Gràcia to fetch an outfit for that evening. I was heading to a fashion show that night, which is a long story in itself. My fashion “sense” is somewhere between Lisa Kudrow’s character on Friends and confused. It leans more towards the latter.

That evening, I slipped on a chiffon floral dress and my strappy black heels. In retrospect neither of them co-ordinated with one another, but I’m not the kind of girl who travels with “options”. I downed a bottle of champagne from the mini-bar (which my credit card would later regret) for a safe dosage of dutch courage. I was going in alone.

As the taxi driver declared we had arrived, I started scrolling through my phone for the invite. I knew it was in there somewhere! It was like my teenage years of rocking up to parties alone were flashing right before my eyes. Then I saw him.

He was standing at the entrance in a tuxedo that said he belonged.. and he was waving at *me*. A former version of myself might have been googley-eyed by the scene I’m setting. But 2016 me knew better. I had a boyfriend, for one! But I’d left home two weeks ago and he still hadn’t called to check in. We were - parting ways. In the painfully slow, drawn out way you do in your twenties. You know, when everyone knows it is over before you do?

To be continued…🍷

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