Following the momentum from the previous entry I'd have to say that the camping trip would've been enough of a soul adventure to last a lifetime. Leading up to this trip to the Gold Coast gave me a feeling of nervous anticipation. The feeling of not knowing what to expect coursed through my veins.
It's been four years ago since I set foot on this land. A lot has changed since then. My mind set is on a total different path than to what it was four years ago. A mixture of mindful tomfoolery and malleable mischief. And with everything that has happened between four years ago and the recent camping trip I asked myself How could this out-soul everything in that's happened? I found out the answer the moment I set foot at the airport terminal in Auckland..... As I sat there at Auckland International Airport I realised I made no plans of what I was actually going to do once I arrived there. What I did know was going to happen is that I was going to meet my cousin Taylor's boyfriend for the first time. That I was going to stay at her house. That I only had a 7kg duffle bag full of clothes. And that I was going to catch up with friends from the days of old. At this point I had a vision that I'll just be some lingering old person who came across as a try hard with all his soul shit. Sounds ridiculous but this thought haunted me the whole plane ride. And this anxiety continued as I arrived to see no one waiting at the arrival gate... Looked outside for a short bouncy person with brown hair to no avail. So I sat down attempting to connect to wifi and track down where she was. Just as I sent the Where are you? message I saw a face creep underneath my french fry hat and into my vision. This girl had a look on her face as though she wanted to jump on me but was too scared in case it was the wrong guy. It was Taylor and I was the right guy. I meet Justin for the first time. Admired thay he walked around barefoot at the airport as though it was a tribute to the hobbits back in my homeland. Respect. We laughed as Taylor and I recalled moments of the past on the drive back to her place. To which I was introduced to what her housemates would like to call bills. I was pretty jetlagged with an unpopped/deaf left ear but I saw it as an initiation or household etiquette kind of thing and would definitely be rude if I passed the opportunity to vibe out with these guys whilst watching the Lizzie McGuire movie. Eventually passed out after a few yarns. The next two days consisted of sussing out a car, sushi train and a side of shopping. Caught up with my old high school mates: The Talusan Bros, Jonathan and Benedict. Hit up SinCity with them which marks the first time hitting the clubs with the two and marks the first time having a drink with Benedict. This was monumental for me as I pretty much went through puberty with these guys. Friday night I went to Movieworld with Taylor and, her housemate, Katie. Bought matching Scooby Doo shirts that said #squadgoals and a Churro Ice Cream Sandwich. But it was the events of this night that made this simple visit to the GC into the soul trip that was carried on from the previous entry. Taylor's house. Couple of brews. Couple of tracks. Couple of hits. Couple of peeps. One of which I didn't expect would want to see me after all these years. But was definitely nice to catch up with considering what has happened since that illustrious moment many moons ago. Music playing I see Taylor dancing and having a good time. To which I responded to myself I want to have a good time too. Taylor saw this and magicked her way to ensure I did. We danced without a care because we know everyone else can't dance in this house. I play my playlist that contains a lot of tracks that Justin was into. This was our bonding moment as we bantered about our taste in music and all that. Had a heart to heart with Taylor that night advising her that I like the guy. Previously something I have not told her to her face. Amongst our dancing and just us being us, it finally kicked in.... I love this. When I say this I am meaning everything that is happening in this moment. As in, I love everything that I did and everything I am doing at this present second. A sense of comfort with all that is going with me. This is a kind of love I have never felt before. Prior to this I was always looking for love from another person. But it was this moment I truely found out how to just let love happen. Truely found out who I am. Truely found the importance of loving yourself. And truely found my soul. To commemorate this soulful adventure I gave myself a couple tattooes using a stick and poke tattoo kit that Katie ordered. Both I drew with no stencil or planning. This holds meaning to me as it is a little representation of what I've learnt during this trip. To just let things happen because every mark you make will have some memorable story once it's left there. And I would like to say that all the peeps that I have met leading up to this very second have definitely made their mark in my life. So many pages left for upcoming memories to be made and I am quite looking forward to etching these stories in. At the airport. I would be a liar if I said I was upset when I was saying my goodbyes to Taylor. I would be a liar if I said I was going to cry as I hugged this short bouncy person with brown hair. So I will tell you the truth to end this entry. My eyes didn't tear up in that last embrace but the only thing upsetting was that I wanted to share this lingering moment of happiness with my little sister just a little bit longer. Don't worry. I'll visit again and this soul run won't be slowing down anytime soon...
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Christopher R. Pascualis an artist from Auckland, New Zealand who expresses the weird through writing, photographs, paintings and lifestyle. Archives
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