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Evolution of Heartbreak

November 27, 2017

A tonne can happen in just a year, as I have just discovered living in Canada!

Its been almost a year since I left the beautiful state of Western Australia on a one way ticket to Canada. In the last 365 days I have met some of the most incredible souls, and spent most of my time skiing, ice skating, fishing, and exploring the great province of Alberta, Canada.

It began when the person I spent a huge chunk of my adult life with, shared with me that they were no longer in love with me. No longer in love with my laugh, nor my touch or my spirit. Someone I saw a future unfolding with, saw their future without me. My world fell silent, I started to decay. I thought I could fix it, bring it back to what it was, become who I thought I ought to become. Trust me folks, it did not work. Within a week of accepting what I interpreted as ‘it’s not me, it’s you’, I felt my world cracking and rapidly eroding around me. I became a lifeless shell of a human but it was not allowed to last long. Mothers. Boy can Moms manage crisis like pure Queens. My sweet and harsh mother visited me between her work contracts, and started asking too many questions about why I was being so damn emotional. I burst, and told her everything I had endured the last 6 months leading to this point. I never tell her a thing, but heartbreak tends to bring the most rational of people down to their knees. She ordered me to pick myself up, wipe those stupid tears, and pack those goddamn bags. And that is exactly what I did. I had 6 days to pack. I quit my incredible marketing job at an international company, and boarded with a one way ticket to the other side of the world.

I had nothing but doubt… but heck, I’d already lost my world as I knew it, how could it get any worse, right?

I spent 3 months finding my feet. 1 month of tackling adult hood alone- things like, grocery shopping alone & what foods do I actually not like? 1 month of finding courage to try new things, like going to the bar with a group of drop dead gorgeous gal pals, talking to cute bois and dancing in ugly outdoor sandals. My final was a month of exploration- catching the train to the city, finding shady parks and walking the trails through woods as the seasons changed. Those three months were healing, but I needed to work. I landed a gig as a Night Audit in the mountain town of Banff, Alberta.

“You’re the least qualified but the most enthusiastic so I guess you got the job” – boss man, 2016.

It feels like when you come out of a relationship you have to figure ‘you’ out again. Its exhausting and scary. Who the fuck am I? I still don’t know. The winter went on and I started finding confidence in myself. I made some friends, a couple of kindred spirits, and was able to giggle for the first time in many years. I missed friends. Companions. People that were brutally honest and kept things adorably real. Never let these type of people slip from your life. They are the gemstones of your being, regardless of where you roam, these souls will have your best interests at heart, more so than any romantic partner could ever give you.

 

The winter came, I fell in love as the snow fell. In love with skiing. It became my universe. I would work 11pm til 7am, race home and throw on my gear, then waddle down the ice path to the bus that would whisk me into the mountains. I would ski all morning, mostly solo, people tend to be hungover every goddamn day in the mountains. At 1pm I would make my way to the bar to see my pal Alex and taste whatever juicy shot/s he decided I needed, before blindly finding my way back to town and into bed. Eat Work Ski Sleep Repeat. Skiing is freedom. Its the ability to carve your lines, move til your muscles shake, freeze your teeth from smiling as you whizz down hills and through trees and eat shit over and over again. Its a feeling hard to describe, but one of pure undiluted joy. If it were a juice, it would be called “Joy: 200% Concentrate !consume with caution!” and you would be warned not to feed it to children or those of unsound mind.

And so, the seasons changed, I moved to the next town called Canmore, purchased a shitty car, and worked 10-13 hours a day. I lived in temporary accommodation and rode my bike into stationary sign posts at night. (ok that was just that one time, and it hurt.) I wore myself out. 4 months of work, sleep, work. I just wanted to ski goddamnit.

That’s when I got the call. “You should come and make some real money.” It was the carrot dangled before my eyes. I guess you could say I spend a lot of time on indecision, so much so, that sometimes, just sometimes, I jump and yell, “yep thatll do lets do that sure thing why not what the heck lock it in Eddy” and I had 10 days before my flight back to the land down under.

 

Destinations Road tripping

What to do in York, WA – a rural town in Western Australia

March 1, 2016

Remote Northern Western Australia can only be described as a desert- extreme temperatures, and dunes with scrub for miles. As you venture south towards the great city of Perth, small valleys and wooded stretches of road become a sign of relief, and you begin to search out every high-point, hill or mountain, you can find to scramble up and enjoy the view of vast open land.

Located inland (East) from Perth, and boarded by a wonderfully ‘cruisy’ stretch of road, you will stumble upon the tiny town of York. The Shire of York boasts the oldest inland town in Western Australia, and is about a 2 hour drive from the coast- located in the Wheatbelt.

A perfect day trip for anyone finding themselves unhappy in Perth or curious about the surrounds, York is gilded in the sentiments of an iconic and historic Australian town. A quick browse of slightly underwhelming reviews on TripAdvisor gave me a general understanding of what I was in for when my boyfriend requested I grab my camera, the dog, and hit the road to York.

I left Fremantle around 6am and had a leisurely 2 hour drive up the range. Upon arriving in York, WA, the first stop was the 24hr Rest Stop where Luke was camped out at. After a quick coffee and run with the dog, we hit up York Visitors Centre for a de-brief. The Information Matron rattled off an overwhelming amount of things to do and see during our short weekend stay, and advised us to make a plan since many shops closed early (1-2pm) and some were shut on Sundays. After a quick scribble of notes we were away!

What to do in York, WA

Get to town early on a Saturday morning (at 9am) to have the best country town experience.

Firstly, Get to the Bakery

Small towns have a damn good baker, and York is no exception. The bakery boys were the busiest in town, and my god, get yourself a spinach roll, vegetarian pie, and beef pie. While you’re there, add an apple turnover to the list, pull up a chair, and eat yourself stupid. The bakery was adequately priced and the food was fresh.

Visit the Information Centre

Located in the Town Hall, the visitor centre in itself is a must see. As you enter the mid 1800’s building you will be greeted by gorgeous Jarrah floors, a detailed pressed tin roof, and a curved staircase. Walk straight through the doors on the lower level and be greeted by an enormous hall with light pouring down from the roof, and a stage worth twirling on. You can clearly imagine the ‘olden days’ as you dance through this empty hall.

The Lolly Shop

Stroll alongside the herritige buildings dating back from the mid 1800’s, until you reach the Lolly Shop. This shop is packed to the brim with every sweet under the sun. Browse through candy collections or settle on an old favourite

The Olive Factory

Head back on the highway and a 5 minute drive will land you at the York Olive Factory. Browse through a collection of delicious spreads and sauces from around regional Australia, and give the Olive Oil a taste. There’s lemon and chilli, as well as the regular. The highlight of this place for us was the home made flying fox! We had a few runs up and down to burn off our tasty Nutella and Caramel homemade ice-cream!


  
  
  

Perts Pantry

The Mill Cafe is a gorgeous spot for a cuppa, and if you stroll around the side you’ll find yourself in a sculpture garden! Just a little further around that corner and you’ll find a shed ‘General Store’ full of wonderful nick nacks, and finally, next to that shed, there’s a little room called Perts Pantry. This is the best place to stock up on local produce!

The Swing Bridge

As you stroll back into town you’ll follow the signs to the Public Toilets in the park next to the river. This park has a convict-built swing bridge that joins both sides of the river. You can’t resist jumping up and down to see how much force the bridge actually takes! It has recently been maintained with new floor boards and is worth a photo op!

The Lookout

As the sun starts setting, make your way up the hill towards the Lookout. It is here you’ll have a great perspective of how the town is nestled in the valley. We spent the sunset snapping silly photos with our dog and sipping cheap wine while the clouds rolled over and the land turned pink.

The Pub

By now you should be joyfully tipsy and starting getting hungry, and the Pub is the place to be. Step inside and be taken back to the 18th century, with green velvet carpets, original wooden features, and posters from festivals dating back to the 50’s. We ordered the daily special each, Chicken Pineapple Parmigiana’s and a schooner of Swan beer, and rolled back to our base. There’s an entertaining bar area and pool table, as well as a separate dining room in which Luke believes he likely saw a ghost. A very interesting place worth a mozey.

Accommodation

York is full of unique accommodation options. You really need to stay the night to appreciate every aspect of this town and there’s something for every budget. From a farm stay out of town, to bed and breakfasts, a simple motel room, or even free-camp at the 24hr rest stop. The town caters for tourists fantastically and even provides RV and Caravaners with free power and a field of green shady grass. Ideal for our dog and plenty of space for the van.

During our quick little York adventure, we fell in love with the tiny town. It had just enough to offer for day-trippers and overnighters, so we certainly were not bored for a minute! The food and dining options were endless and it was a great weekend away from Perth with your pets and partner!