My 2 years in Canada are over.

Two years ago I moved from Australia to Canada. I was fresh out of university and couldn’t have been less interested in pursuing a career if I wanted to. I don’t understand how the years went so fast, but I can’t recall a better 730 days of my life.

On “family”.

After all that talk about adventuring and hiking last week, I broke my foot.

Remember me?

Hey you. It’s been a while. Last time we spoke, I was one month into my Canadian adventure. Would you believe me if I told you it’s now been 21 months since I packed my life up and moved halfway across the world?

How to move to Canada.

Yesterday marked 2 weeks since I moved across the world. I packed my life into 20.6kg and wheeled it behind me all the way from the warm, sunny suburbs of Brisbane, Queensland to the quaint and shivery town of Canmore, Alberta. I’m not sure if it feels “real” yet  – or if it ever will, considering…

Breakfast in bed: a bowl for my soul.

If you need me around 7:30am, you’ll find me in a cozy corner of bliss: as close to glowing sunshine that flows through my bedroom window as my mattress will get, wearing fluffy bed socks, with a bowl of soul in one hand and spoonful of peanut butter in the other. Divine.