How Australia Broke My Heart

When I first left home for New Zealand in 2011 I never could have guessed the path my life would take. I absolutely loved my time in New Zealand and would go back in a heartbeat. I wouldn’t live there though. Australia on the other hand- that’s a different story.

While I was in NZ people would ask me if I intended to travel to Australia, my answer was very non-committal. I didn’t like the idea of Australia. I’m not a beach person and I was never a big fan of the heat. I can think of a hundred things I would prefer to do over laying on a gritty bed and baking myself like a pizza. I didn’t know much else about Australia apart from the fact that it was a country with a lot of beaches, the Great Barrier Reef, and Uluru, which I had only known as Ayres Rock. My response to peoples queries about my future travels was that I may spend a couple weeks across the ditch to do a bit of diving on the reef, but that was all I had interest in. It’s funny how things change. Read more

A Sticky Situation

With some droving experience under my belt, it was time to head back to Trelawney to spend one more month with Eva. Kate had gone on a trip to Tasmania and needed someone at home looking after Eva, I jumped at the chance.

It was nice to be back for the few short weeks I returned for. Week one was back to Mini School. It was a lovely chance to see some of the other govvies I had met previously. While all the kids were off doing school all the home tutors hung out. For Melbourne Cup Day we all dressed up for the luncheon being held at mini school. It was great fun as well all drank champagne, ate a beautiful meal, and races around on toy horses. There were many laughs to be had.
Melbourne Cup Day Read more

Eighteen Months and No End In Sight

It’s time to reminisce.

It has been exaclty a year and a half now since I began the adventure of a lifetime.  The memory of my departure from Canada still sits so vividly in my mind.

I had held myself together pretty well as I packed my bags to head off on my adventure. Not long out of high school and only six weeks past my eighteenth birthday, I was ready to tackle the big wide world. I worked hard to save up for these travels, spending my final year of high school working two jobs, not much time off. Not much partying like the rest of the kids. But I don’t regret that. Read more