I must say, I think I was born in the wrong country because turning 25 in the Southern Hemisphere was just pure magic.
Woke up in Apollo Bay, a tiny coastal town along Victoria's famous Great Ocean Road. Enjoyed a bad coffee and brick toast from a dodgy side-of-the-road cafe, stood with the 12 Apostles (which is actually 9, thanks to nature and time), ate some McDonald's along Torquay Beach, followed by a dip in the ocean along one of Victoria's best beaches. Returned to Melbourne and had some Afghan food "on the floor" (our Sunday night tradition), surrounded by some of my best friends from South Dakota and Australia.
All signs are pointing to a fantastic year.
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