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.
After all that talk about adventuring and hiking last week, I broke my foot.
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…
Well, hey there! It’s been a few weeks since we last caught up. My working life in Canada is just around the corner, so I’ve been focusing on participating more in my actual life to create memories for future smiles while I’m away and missing home.
After five long years of study, I finally graduated University with two degrees last week. I think that qualifies for Rum as being totally okay for breakfast right now.
For me, no breakfast routine is complete without an enormous, unmeasured dollop of peanut butter. I haven’t always felt that way, though.
Lately, I’ve found so much excitement in pulling random ingredients from the cupboard, whipping them together and crossing my fingers as I sit in front of the oven to impatiently watch them bake.
It’s starting to get a little chilly outside. Although coffee is usually my vice when it comes to nursing goosebumps, I wondered if I could be kinder to my body with something a little a little warmer than a cuppa. Like a cup full of Chris Hemsworth hugs, I wanted something that could last a little longer…
Dear Dad, Happy Birthday! I might not the most gifted painter, but I think this recipe is the best kind of gift in itself. Not only is it something for you to look at, learn from and enjoy, but it’s something that keeps on giving to me too.