Stop! Drop! ROAD TRIP!!

Today marks 5 months since I've been in Sydney. A lot has happened . Mostly inwardly . But today also marks 30 days till me, my roommate and a couple friends embark on a month long road trip! Yes you heard it here first folks. 3-4 friends, one campervan and 30 days on the road. We are off to see the wizard, we are headed down the yellow brick road to Oz, preparing for take off, all system goes, one may even use the term lit .

Actually it's gonna be quite hectic! (In case you didn't notice I'm a seasoned aussie now)
I'm one of my last posts I mentioned doing farm work and getting another visa to stay here for another year.... well things change. Hearts break but wounds heal.

Jk there was no heart break involved but basically the job I thought I had fell threw and I thought WHHHAAATT AM I GONNA DOOOO and my lovely roommate said ROOAAADDD TRIIPPP.

And the rest is futurey.

I'm very very very excited for this! I was beginning to stress myself out a lot with finding a farm job and questioning wether it was what I really wanted and gaining weight and feeling blah and the fact that I am an aunty now. YES I'M AN AUNTY. 

 *side note*
I have always been the baby in my family. I have little to no experience with babies and  watching them grow or growing up with them! I take this Aunty thing as kind of an oath. Because I have insider experience being the baby in my family. For the love of all things that cry, poop themselves and are still irresistible, I must protect that child from the craziness that is my family x the world!!!

So yeah I'm an aunty and I want more than being in Australian a second year to be there for my nieces first birthday! I've also decided I want to learn French , do some sort of exchange and than maybe go to university!

Every person I meet, when I saw "I'm from Canada" they say "Oh cool so you speak French" than I say "we, le chat, jaune, undo twat, j maple Raisha" .

Things change. hearts break. wounds heal. Evanescence writes a song, I sang it to the general practitioner when I got my ankle checked out. He didn't get the reference. Life goes on.

Life goes on! And for this newly pudgy, happiness pursing , no longer teenager me goes on, I feel I am blooming .