I need to remind myself that being bored is a privilege.

We opted for a longer day of driving today in order to have three nights in one spot.

Merimbula.

We're in Merimbula. A small town just over the border into New South Wales.

We're finally back in my birth state after almost an entire month in Victoria and South Australia.

Brad did most of the driving, as usual, today.

I'm grateful.

Though when he doesn't feel like talking, it's pretty quiet in the car.

We don't tend to listen to the radio or put on music, so I tend to practice mindfully staring out the window.

That's okay for a while but I try to break it up with doing things on my phone, or if we're on a good highway I'll work on my laptop.

While we made good progress today, we couldn't stick to the mostly 100km/h speed limit because huge sections of the road were windy.

It was beautiful.

We were winding through lush bush, with giant trees that were photo-worthy.

But with deep bush here in Australia often comes little to no reception. And no Internet reception meant I couldn't even listen to a podcast as I looked at the big trees and winding road.

As my bum got sore from sitting still that long, I got more and more bored.

And as I met myself in my boredom, I reminded myself that there are so many other places that would be worse to be.

So many.

I reminded myself that if I'm safe enough,

and well fed,

and in trustworthy company,

and that the only reason I'm bored is because I can't use the Internet

while I'm stuck in a well-functioning car,

being driven somewhere cool,

then being bored is an absolute fucking privilege.

(Photo from Eden Lookout, right near the New South Wales and Victorian state border.)
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