This has been the worst kept secret, largely on my part because you can’t get me there fast enough (and it wasn’t really a secret)…but I’m moving to Canada. Yay! It’s been a long time coming. I almost mic-dropped about 9 months ago after some job contract dramas and an unhappy+stressful living situation. But relationships have always mattered to me and jumping ship and moving another 12,000km from ‘home’ didn’t give me time to leave well. That is, not running away from problems, having others get used to the idea + time to say goodbye and making good decisions about boring stuff like insurance, housing, banking rather than just winging it. (Although there will still be a lot of that!) I’ve officially given notice to work and I have a schedule so it’s time to press ‘go’. Unlike the last time I moved away, I’ve given many more of a heads up. If we haven’t spent time together lately, grab yourself a sparkling H2O, Pinot Gris or Noir or a big fat scoop of Messina Gelato and settle in for the conversation we would of had together. Think of this as my FAQs – because it really is. Why Canada? As one friend pointed out, it’s essentially a cold Australia. And it’s true. But it has mountains – mountains I can climb in summer and ski down in winter. I want to experience seasons and a winter where i won’t sweat when it’s finally cool enough to wear my largely aesthetic coat collection. Aside, I’ve always wanted to live overseas for a while. I’ve been out of school for 10 years now and 30 is now not too far away on the horizon. The original thought was Denmark or Norway, before its interior design took over the world. The Scandinavian world has a permanent home on the best liveability scales: education, healthcare, gender equality. Though many faults also, I wanted to know why. But with a bit of research I realised my language skills, or lack thereof, would hold me back significantly. Perhaps a cop out, but I pretty much got through 2 years of German classes from songs and flicking the exam back and forth hoping to figure it out comparing the English-Deutsch and Deutsch-English. I’ve decided, as ethnocentric (and perhaps egocentric) as it is, I’m going to focus my efforts of nailing English only. So next on the list was Canada. Where in Canada? Vancouver. I’d have more job prospects in Toronto, but I spent 10 years living a 6 hour drive from snow, and another 2.5 where it was easier to fly to New Zealand than get to the snow covered hills of NSW/VIC border. Toronto is too far away from mountains. But you never know, I may end up there for the second half of the adventure. I do like me some big cities. We’ll see. Have you been to Canada before? Yes. Twice. But not for long. I visited in 2008 for a weekend (from Seattle). We went to the aquarium to see the blubber whales. And again in 2012 for about 10 days split across Toronto (and Peterborough – hey Jen!) + Vancouver, on my 6 weeks travelling through North America. Do you have a job? Well that would make it less of an adventure! No. I have started to put out some feelers out but I’m likely going to need to wait until I get over there. I’m keen to stay in marketing within travel / tourism. But again, adventure. When do you leave? Short answer: June. Long answer: I finish work end of May, and start a month of annual leave…which will consist of moving majority of my stuff back to Sydney, a couple of weeks to say hello+goodbye and go to the dentist. I ship off 18 June for a couple of weeks of travel before settling down in Vancouver. For how long? I’m thinking ’til about 2020 at this stage – somewhere between 18months and 2 years. I have a 2 year working holiday VISA. Do you know anyone there? I’m from a large family and I’d struggle to find a corner of the world we don’t know someone. I have some family in BC and Toronto. But largely, no. I’ll be on friend hunt again. And after Canada? Sydney or Brisbane? I have a 2 year plan and about 2 x 15-20year plans. And the latter has more to do with world domination or making a big family really fat. Translation: I have no idea. I like Brisbane, particularly its laid back outdoor lifestyle, affordable living and 300 days of sunshine. But I don’t like to lock myself in. My goal in life is to love God with all my heart, with love invite others to experience the joy of a restored relationship with the Creator God + seek to serve him and his church. I tried to do that in Sydney, I have been trying to do that in Brisbane, I will seek to do so in Canada and what ever comes after that. How do your family feel? My parents have encouraged us to pursue everything we put our minds to. They’ve also moved a certain sister to 4 cities in 8 years. I’m sure they’d love to find out where their children will settle so they can start research retirement, alas. For the moment they’re more excited for a holiday to Canada under the guise of visiting me. Are you going to find Canadian man to marry? Look, i’m sure there are easier ways to find a husband than moving 12,000km away. I’d be lying if it didn’t cross my mind. But I also really like Australia. If I’ve learnt from friends, marriage across countries complicates things. Another aside…a treat indeed! I don’t talk about this often, or perhaps not in public pixels on the inter webs, but I have always hoped that my life involves sharing it with big fat family (I really love cooking!) I always thought my mum was an ‘older’ mum growing up — and she was 30 when she had me. I laugh at the thought of that now! 10 years on from school, I was going to have a house, a chubby baby and kicking butt in my career. But here I am – a 27 year old Christian lady – putting me at the upper end of the eligible Christian + unmarried spectrum with a strong attendance record at baby-faced Christian weddings. It is hard to not be swayed by the (let’s face it, counter-)culture that surrounds us. I had thought that maybe my near 3 years in Brisbane may have involved a significant relationship and put my back on my unrealistic perfect family + career goal. Alas, it hasn’t. And I’m absolutely okay with that – better than okay really. My time in Brisbane and my life is way more than seeking for a significant other. And Canada will be the same.  But if that happens in Canada, sure. We can look back at this musing and chuckle. Strong. Independent. Loves Jesus. I’m sure there are few of them across the Pacific. Do you want any contacts for people in Canada? Yes. If you have a friend / friend of friend in Vancouver, I’d like to have someone to have a drink with once I settle down. If you have a friend in marketing/professional services, I’m keen to understand the industry a little better. Applying to jobs is different in every city, particularly countries. Recruiter or not? CV formats etc. When can we see you before you go? April is a collection of friends + family visiting BNE. May is largely vacant at the moment and will likely involve packing up my awesome apartment + enjoying the last of my time in the Sunshine State. I plan to be in Sydney from 4-18 June. I’ll probably organise some kind of drop-in drinks thing. I’ll keep you informed. Beyond that, follow @DiscoverCanada @HelloBC or @VisitAlberta and I’ll see you where the sun shines a little less.   How was the Messina? The vino? I’m off both at the moment, so I would probably be giving you envy eyes if I were with you. Shoot any other Qs you have and I’ll answer them. One of the hardest things about moving away is losing touch with people I wish i could spend more time with. I hope this helps you feel a little more included in my life. Comment. Email. Facebook. I’m on all the channels. Tell me your news! BONUS Question not because of the number of people who have asked it, but rather the number of times a few people have asked it. What about bible college? It’s crossed my mind. If I were to study, Regent College is the kind of theological study I would do it at. I’m not saying no, but it would also be my entire house deposit…and I’m not quite ready to give that up yet. I need more convincing + vision for what women in the conservative church can do with a theological degree…mic drop and with that I’m out. Care to share?Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)
During the glow of new year optimism I managed to finally wash everything in my clothes hamper. Those pesky whites, the lace skirts…even the dress with the sequins that legitimately needs to be hand washed (not my makeshift hand washing consisting of individual bra bags on the gentle cycle). I then ironed everything and put it away. …Well, I attempted to – except I ran out of coat hangers. Some tops, dresses and skirts were already sharing!  I had a problem and it was time to do something. First week back, 3rd of January, I walked into work and pledged to the ladies at work I would not repeat an item until March. I had to collect their jaws from the floor on the way to the next meeting. How would I keep track? Everything was now ironed! And now here I am in March. How did I go? What did I learn from my 8 week challenge? I have waayyy too many clothes. I really missed wearing my favourites and my Christmas presents from my sister. Even an 8 week challenge couldn’t stop me from buying a cute Marcs skirt on sale! Eeekkk. The black business skirt I bought in August 2012 for my first ‘office job’ still fits and it’s actually great. I rediscovered a bunch of things I had totally forgotten I owned. The slightly too tight size 6 Review dress I bought on sale for $99 2 years ago is now definitely zipper-likely-to-bust tight now and its cost per wear is still very hiiiiigh. I really did not miss ironing my week’s worth of work clothes on a Sunday night. I lost a lot of time during the mornings lying in my towel on my bed overwhelmed by the decision. A staple style makes for easy outfits. Choosing a new outfit was exhausting…particularly with slimmer pickings in Week 6-8. Making it ‘dress week’ or ‘skirt week’ made it soo much easier. A uniform of sorts! I love dresses and skirts, but with only 3 pairs of cropped pants, despite it being 80%+ humidity, I missed wearing pants. I foolishly found myself in jeans on a 30 degree, 85% humid day just because…pants. I loved being asked if an old dress was new…particularly when I avoided it because it was frumpy / tight / pink etc. I really don’t like pink. I realised my old favourite dress didn’t bring the same joy as it used to. And I longed to wear my new favourite. Guys have it soo much easier, particularly when I see them wander through the city with their 5 dry-cleaned shirts for the week. Could I get away with only 5 dresses? Hmmm. I need more shoes to go with all my dresses. #kidding. But seriously I think I wore about 6 pairs over the 8 weeks, with 1 pair of summer sandals at least 3 days each week. I could have gone at least another 2 weeks. Not.Even.Kidding.        which led me too…  Looking past the token Charity ‘bin’ option into more sustainable clothing recycling options. After 8 weeks I was left pretty embarrassed and confused. How did I get here?  I have a dozen dresses and skirts I have made myself. I fix items that break. I avoid buying from H&M, Cotton On, Zara and other retailers providing the means for the never-stopping fast fashion treadmill (Although frustratingly those same brands have actually some of the best ethical production ratings in Australia…although output volume, item life and environmental toll isn’t factored into the mix). But in reality, I’m the same as everyone else. I get bored easily, I struggle to let go and I really love Marcs (and their sales). And so with another move on the horizon, this past weekend I decided to clear things out. I took a bag to church on Sunday (*only half pictured) and many found lovely new homes. The dozen work tops I seldom wear. Gone. My old favourite dress. Gone. The crop pants that had been collecting dust. Gone. One of the ladies is off to India in a couple of weeks, so I’ll give a few items to her. But what about the rest? How do I avoid my carelessness + frivolous spending ending up costing the environment more? I did some research and worked out a plan. I now have 2 bags in my car. The few items left that are work environment friendly and good quality I’ll drop off for Suited to Success, and the rest will go to H&M. As for my sanity, I’m feeling much better post-wardrobe cleanout. Everyone has their own individual hanger, it’s not a battle to put things away and I have a dozen hangers spare! – – – And if you made it all the way down here, past all my self-talk to convince myself I need to do a Phase 2… What did I wear today? My new favourite dress of course. I call it my Queensland dress. 🙂 Care to share?Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)
Eeeek, and like that we’re more than a week into 2018. And today every treadmill, elliptical, bike and stairclimber were occupied in the gym at 5.30pm; the new year’s resolution game is evidently strong. But y’all know this girl doesn’t make resolutions. Goals. This girl sets goals. This girl kicks goals. Well most times. If we’ve spoken of late, you’ll know it’s gonna be a big year. But big or small, I keep moving forward. Fitness goal/s After last year’s half marathon (and subsequent injuries) we’re keeping it short and sharp this year… and aiming for speed. Let’s go sub-25min 5km. PB is sitting at 26:22mins at the moment, so it looks like carving off 10-12secs per km. Seems achievable if I can get these little legs moving again…prefs without the dull aches or sharp shooting pains. But as I learnt last year, focus solely on the bottom half and your top half becomes useless. I finally lost out to commercialised fitness and joined a gym last year, and slowly the upper body strength is increasing. You can only go up when zero pushups was the baseline. This year, I’m aiming for 5 unassisted pull ups. I’m still only lifting about half my weight at the moment, so a few more kgs to go… Intellectual goal If you caught my 17 in 2017, you’ll know that I epically failed reading 17 books last year so the goal remains. Categories remain: 4 x novels, 4 x non-fiction, 4x theology, 4 x professional + 1 bonus read. And because I set the rules in which I play, audiobooks are in. Good thing my Netflix parasitising has come to an end. Sigh. Socially responsible living goal I dug every ep of The Chaser’s War on Everything and so when I hear any of the crew have new projects, I’m 100% in. Craig Reucassel’s War on Waste on ABC was fab. I’ve had so many conversations where the program has genuinely prompted them to start consciously caring about their waste and environmental impact. And I’m there. Throw in a few more docos and after some judgemental digs on everything from eggs to plastic straws, I had my mother ask if I’d become a hippy at Christmastime. Remember reduce, reuse, recycle? This year I’m committing to buying no more new plastic products for food storage, reusing packaging where possible and recycling as much as possible. I have three bins: paper/cardboard/glass, soft plastics and finally landfill. A slow shift in behaviour last year, it’s not been convenient to wash and reuse snaplock bags, nor easy to remember to grab the soft plastic waste when ducking to Coles. But in time, I’m hoping separating waste becomes second nature, as does carrying canvas bags with me. I’m also committing to exploring environmentally-friendly cleaning products and even reducing my meat + dairy consumption. But bacon is staying in 2018. Maple bacon particularly. Professional goal Another goal I didn’t achieve last year, but learnt from the journey. Adventure awaits. Character goal We’re all on our own journeys. And in the words of my manager, we all have not “weaknesses” but “areas for development”. And my goodness I hope God sustains me for a long time, ’cause I’m going to need it. Irony is, because of grace and mercy, we’ll can all be made brand new in a perfect new heavens and earth. Alas. I’ll leave this one for an offline chat. Faith goals “But you’re leaving soon enough, why do you even care?” was probably the most hurtful thing said to me last year. Life takes us to different places and for different seasons. But however long and wherever we are, whoever we’re surrounded by, we laugh with, grieve with, celebrate with…do life together with. The grass always seems greener somewhere else, but it rarely is. So I’m committing to the people around me. Money. Time. Energy. Loving people. Serving people. Listening to people. Praying for people. Whether it’s a dinner to provide company, cleaning the floor, bringing in washing, providing rest, throwing in extra $$, i’ll take the cost. Less cash flow, head lice, bruised toes or a messy home. Whatever the personal cost, I’m committing. But then again, I’m not perfect and I’ll fail, and i’ll inevitable offend or overstep the mark, and for that I’m thankful for forgiveness + grace.   And there’s my direction set for 2018. I expect they’ll be a challenge but keen to give them all a red hot go. I love talking goals and pushing beyond a seemingly comfortable life.What are your goals? Let’s chat. Finally, if you bothered to read my dreary thoughts on this largely abandoned blog and made it all the way down here – a reward. Thank you. Care to share?Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)