Losing All Hope

Losing All Hope

Update: We have now been here for 9 weeks and it feels like we’ve been here our entire lives. Depressing isn’t it. We haven’t had much luck with our farming career. Libby and I have been working on 2 farms for the past 3 weeks. The cyclone seriously ruined all...
My First Day as a Farmer

My First Day as a Farmer

Today was my first day as a farmer! We woke up at 5.15am as the bus to work left at 6am. There were 10 of us going to the same farm that morning, all very clueless as to what we were in for. We arrived at the farm and were greeted by the farmer. He looked down at our...
God, What Have I Got Myself Into?

God, What Have I Got Myself Into?

Once again it has been a month since I wrote anything so here’s a quick summary of what has been going on the past couple of weeks. We were defeated by the $5 pizza deal thus ruined our 2 day health streak. We did agree that it would be the last cheat meal, lol. The...
Getting Back Out of My Comfort Zone

Getting Back Out of My Comfort Zone

Today Libs and me left our life in Sydney as we head up the coast to find our farmwork. We decided that we’d take a mini holiday before hand to slowly ease ourselves into the environment. Coming from a huge city, (and being completely in our comfort zone) to the...
Saying Goodbye

Saying Goodbye

Saying goodbye to everyone this weekend is going to be horrible! We’re going for a house meal to say farewell and we have a lot of cleaning to do for our move out inspection. Libby and I finally booked our flights yesterday after weeks of deciding what to do and...
When Your Parents Come to Visit

When Your Parents Come to Visit

It’s been a busy few weeks. My mum and dad arrived in Sydney last Sunday and they’re on a big 6 week adventure, celebrating their 25th wedding anniversary (Legends!) I quit my job last week so I could spend time with them and get myself organised for the next...
Celebrating My Birthday Abroad

Celebrating My Birthday Abroad

It’s my Birthday!! I always dread birthdays away from home as you’re not likely to wake up to the voice of an angel telling you that your pancakes are ready or to come downstairs to open your presents. Although, I must say that the girls at uni always managed to...