Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Life Is Like A Box Of Chocolates...

In the three weeks I have been living in the small suburb of Kelso, Townsville, I have come to realise several things. But the biggest and most predominant thing is that it is hard to move away. Leaving behind your friends & family to call a new place home. In this place I now call home, I know not very many people. I have met a few of my auntie's friends, and my cousins boyfriend, but that's all, as I have not yet started university.

There are roughly 20, 000 people studying at James Cook University (one of the Yorketown doctors took pleasure in telling my mother that half of these students are males) and when I start uni in 4 weeks time, I hope I will meet some people who are willing to take in a South Australian country girl...

So, many of you know that I moved to QLD to study, but not many know the story behind it, so I'm going to tell you. In October 2008, my mum's brother (my uncle), Duncan, and his wife, Lisa, together with their 2 daughters, Stephanie and Tayla, announced that they were moving to Queensland so that Auntie Lisa could be with her brother and sister. After this announcement, Auntie Lisa and Mum began discussing plans for me for when I finished school. When Mum expressed her concern about me living in Adelaide alone, Auntie Lisa got an idea. I would move up to QLD and live with them. So after a discussion with me, we all decided that this would be a fantastic option for me. I would be studying at one of the best universities is Australia - James Cook University.

Well, that's all for now! I'll be sure to keep you all up to date and informed of my new journey.
Lots of Love.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

A New Adventure

I moved to Townsville today (1/1/11).

It was a very early morning having to be waiting outside in Adelaide for the shuttle bus to the airport at 5am, which meant being up by 4:00am after a very late New Years Eve (or morning... (3am to be precise)) to be ready in time.

So at 6am, with little tears, I boarded the plane to Brisbane for the first leg of my new adventure. I reached Brisbane (where it was raining!) around 8:35am and as I was proceeding straight to the gate to catch my connecting flight, I was called to the service desk. I went over and discovered that they wanted to change my seat! I then explained that I was travelling with family, although we were on different booking references, so they gave me my seat back and we boarded the plane. =) As it turned out, they wanted to change my seat so they would have someone in the over-wing exit row, which they gave to someone else. There were so many spare seats on the plane! It was only about a quarter full! After departing about 5 minutes late, we quickly made up the time and arrived in Townsville smack on schedule at 11am. After a little taxi ride we were at the house I will call home for the next little while (year or so, possibly until I find a place of my own).

After a couple of hours, my cousin Steph & I decided to go for a little walk to McDonalds "just down the road". Little did I realise, "just down the road" meant 2 AND A HALF KILOMETRES!!!! And round trip, yep, that's 5kms I walked in - wait for it - THONGS!! (no, not the underwear!!!) I now have blisters the size of 10c coins on the bottom of both my feet! So they are very sore at the moment and it is quite hard to walk!!


All in all, today has been very exciting! I can't wait to see what the future holds for me!!

Monday, March 23, 2009

18 Months.

March 8th, 2009.
18 months since cancer claimed Oma's life. I can't believe it has been that long already. I never thought it was possible to miss someone this much, but it is. It has been a long and painful 2 years, since Oma was diagnosed with bowel cancer, but we have all come through this stronger and wiser than before.

On Saturday and Sunday 14th and 15th March, I participated in the Relay for Life in memory of Oma. The candlelight ceremony was a very touching ceremony. We had a guest singer (he was part of the hospital team) and when he sang during the ceremony I was moved to tears. That Sunday was Oma's birthday.