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very now and again, once in a blue moon or so, I decide to do something a little bit spontaneous. I decide I’m bored out of my brains with the mundanity of day to day life and want to go on an adventure. Thing is, spontaneity has never really been my forte. Most of the time, I’m that person that rounds up the troops and plans everything down to a tee. So when I do and do something on the fly, I have no idea what I’m going. In fact, it always feels almost like the universe is working against me, trying it’s hardest to make sure I don’t succeed.
This time around, my spontaneous decision involved, going on a trip down the coast this weekend, just for fun. Good idea right? Well, as it turned out my timing was (as usual) a little off. Every single person I talked to over the phone told me that, sure, normally they’d have plenty of space, but this week Lorne was being used as the conference venue in Victoria. There were no fewer than three statewide meetings happening in that cute little seaside hamlet that weekend and, predictably, almost everything was booked up. Usually, I’d just bring a tent and camp it out, but there’s actually a pretty severe weather warning for the night I want to be in Lorne, so I really do need to find somewhere to stay.
Of course, finding great accommodation on the Great Ocean Road is never a problem. There are so many awesome places to stay in this part of the world that it’s kind of ridiculous, it’s just so typical that the one time I want to be in Lorne, everywhere’s booked up. But I still feel like it’s a good idea, so maybe I should just cool my jets on the ‘spontaneous’ front and plan it out a little more. Take my time, invite some friends, have a good time.