My Not-So-Secret Love

Through all the ups and downs of this semester, it is finally coming to a close and Christmas is fast approaching... or at least that's the word on the street. My life lacks the bright, exuberant lights, the random collection of ornaments gathered from years past, having my socks become sopping wet from stepping in puddles of melted snow, homemade sausage rolls roasting in the oven, apricot brandy shots, the toasty feeling of warmth coming from the crackling fire, and, of course, being surrounded by people who are close to my heart - these things, in my mind, are synonymous with the Christmas season, though I can make some of them happen, others are out of my hands. If only you acquired your deepest longings by sheer desire. Well, this morning one of those desires came true, after waiting for what feels like an eternity. 

A Rose Among Thorns

Do you ever feel like you fit in so well, but yet, not at all? By now I've lived in a few different cities; from the mountains to the prairies, from Canada to Australia, from my hometown to it's rival city, from the familiar to the unfamiliar. It's so different every time. I love the adventure and excitement of new places, but starting over in each place has it's challenges too. There always seems to be one vital piece of the pie missing. As much as I try to fill that void, it remains vacant... until I move to a new city and it is filled, while a different piece then lies empty. Perhaps I have an unrealistic idea of reality, but being aware of that is better than pretending everything is perfect.

You've probably heard the phrase "bloom where you are planted." As relevant as that is, if the sun doesn't shine where you are planted, you're not going to grow. Sometimes you have to be transplanted to reach your full potential. I'm no botanist, but maybe you are blooming in some areas, but are wilting in others, perhaps as you grow those areas will reach sun too. I was never very good at analogies... so, moving on...

Although I feel many things have simply fallen into place this year, there are other aspects of my life that really seem to be lacking. God doesn't necessarily allow us to have "perfect" lives, if that were the case, there would be much less room to broaden our horizons as we'd just sit in our comfort zone. So here I am, learning that the easy way will likely leave you stagnant in the long run. Challenge yourself. Get out there and do something that scares you. Take a leap of faith. Have courage. Love life as you go.

Sleep. Study. Eat. Repeat.

Over the past couple weeks my life has changed fairly drastically. I moved to Kelowna, and coming from their rival city, obviously I got razzed about that quite a bit. On departure day, I left home in the early afternoon, but after filling up my car with petrol, my poor little Etsy decided she didn't wanna start back up again. Yup. It could have been worse. Luckily for me, I have two of the most loving, caring parents out there, who graciously came to my rescue, let me borrow their car for the week and got my car towed to the mechanic. You could say it was eventful day! 

I began school, studying to become a Certified Dental Assistant. Learning to be a student again has been a much easier transition than I imagined. On my first day we got to do a scavenger hunt, considering me and the other two girls in my group were super competitive, we won! We got prizes and everything, I am now the proud owner of a chic, black, tic tock clock that graces the presence of my bathroom. I know, I'm pretty lucky ;) We also won a bunch of stuff that'll come in handy in the clinic, like gloves and masks! On that first day, I learned how to use a combination lock... TO MY VERY OWN LOCKER!!! You're probably thinking "what's so exciting about a locker..." well, my friend, if you had never had a locker before you would probably be pretty stoked too!Y'know how in the movies when they're hanging out in the hallway, and they slide down their lockers and just sit and hang out? Yeah. I get to do that now. 

During the rest of the week they crammed as much info into us as possible. It felt like my brain was going to explode. We only had two classes the first couple days, so we'd have 3.5 hours of each class. 7:30am - 4pm. By the time the weekend rolled around, I just wanted to sleep. But, ironically, as we were learning all about infection prevention and disease control, I got sick. Just a cold, but after learning all about various bacteria and what those little buggers are doing to you, I felt like a walking cloud of contamination. I was comforted to know others in my class had similar experiences over the weekend. 

In other news, my new place is in the most prime location. I live a 15 minute walk to school, but only 2 minutes from the beach! You can even rent water tricycles, kayaks and paddle boards! How epic. Hoping to try those out at some point. 

Ha, someone asked me the other day if I've met any boys since I moved here. Well, being in a class of 24 girls, you could tell me there were no boys in Kelowna and I would probably believe you. 

Anyways, hope you've had a beautiful Sunday! 

Take care <3

-Silks

  

Thinking About You

When I was fourteen I to travelled to Europe with my family for the ultimate summer vacation. During that time I fell in love with the excitement of it all: the architecture, the variations in food, the culture, the unknown... but most intensely - the people. I met many of my aunts, uncles and cousins in Holland for the first time. Every gothic cathedral, local cafe, and theme park was far more enjoyable because of the people we shared those experiences with. My dad's cousin also offered to be our tour guide on a trip to Paris, and, if you've seen my bedroom, you'd know this was a dream come true. The moment the Eiffel Tower came into view, I just melted. Once I returned home every single one of the 20+ mini replicas in photo, painting, keychain, clothing, and figurine form that graced my room were now little reminders that triggered memories I will treasure forever. But the thing I missed more than anything were the beautiful people who became such close friends during those 5 weeks abroad.

Well, here we are, three months after leaving Australia and the feels are about the same as my 14 year old self. Every conversation, every song, every moment back in Canada triggers a memory from those 7 months I spent overseas. I left a piece of my heart there, and now I'm left to mourn the loss of the adventure that has been. A plethora of amazing things happened in my life during the course of the past year, many of which include meeting some the most genuine, kind and caring people who became some of my favourite people in the world. I mentioned once before "The great is the enemy of the the good", though at the time I'm not so sure I understood the depth of that quote. Now, my life is good, I'm moving to a new city in three days, starting school (Uni) and celebrating my 23rd birthday in four days, the excitement of the unknown is at my fingertips, but some of the greatest days of my life so far happened while I was in Australia.


People are going to start thinking I'm crazy when I randomly burst out laughing or a tear rolls down my cheek outta no where. Well, if you had experienced what I experienced, and you felt what I felt, you would know that Mama Ng makes the best curry in the world, I have the biggest couple crush on Chris and Jess, my abs are the cause of laughing till it hurts with Mae, spontaneity, adventure and exhilarating are synonymous for hangouts with Pip, playing Catan with JinJin never gets old, watching Step Up with Nat is the best way to spend a night in, Tom makes a fantastic florist, Steve throws top notch house parties.

In short... I'm Thinking About You. 

Ottawa: Kandace and Nic Tie the Knot!

After getting a necessary full nights sleep, I had the privilege of attending the NET Canada Thanksgiving Mass and Banquet! To be honest, I purposely booked my flight so that I would make it in time for this event. When talking with Kandace's future sister-in-law, Julia (who works on NET Staff) the night before, she kept mentioning various people I know and love so dearly, people I totally didn't realize I'd get to see the next day!

Also, there are perks and downsides to having lost luggage. The downsides are pretty obvious, but the perks! Getting to raid everyone elses closets!! =D Kandace brought me heaps of clothes from her place, but I also borrowed a couple articles of clothing from friends we were staying with #girlshousehold! So I was loving that, especially since I'd been wearing the same few dresses, singlets, shorts and everything else for the past 8 months, new clothes was incredibly delightful! Thankfully, after three days my bag was found and returned - Praise God! 

Ottawa was my first home away from home. Although I never actually lived there, I spent much time there my first year out of high school while I was on NET. I loved revisiting my favorite places downtown and discovering new ones! Kandace decided to surprise me by going to an Ottawa Outlaws pro ultimate game! I was extra excited cause my buddy Mike, who I played with for a bit back home, is now on the team! It was a beautiful hot day too, had a blast hanging with Kandi and Nic.

I spent the week in Barry's Bay hanging with the two love birds, helping with wedding prep and just basking in their presence! Was great quality time before everyone else showed up! 

Before we knew it the wedding was upon us, it had been gloomy and rainy for days, but on the day of the wedding it had cleared up and the sun was poking through the big fluffy clouds. What a surreal moment when Kandace walked down the isle, she was glowing. The pure, holy and sincere love between the two of them and God was so evident, they will do great things! I felt especially privileged to be apart of the bridal party and spend the entire day with them!
When it came time for pictures, we didn't have a venue in mind, so as we were driving along in our caravan of vehicles, we pulled into the driveway of some random house, Nic hopped out and asked the home owner if we could take photos in their yard (that's the ultimate complement on your landscaping, I'd say!). Great idea, we got epic pictures and had a blast while we were at it!
Dinner and speeches were both delightful, but the dance was even better. Half way through the first dance, a couple of the groomsmen whipped out a chair, jug of water, bowl and towel. As the music was building, Kandace sat down and Nic washed her feet - the ultimate sign of service, as Jesus washed his disciples feet at the Last Supper. The beauty of it all brought immense emotion to many, it was so touching. Gah! I love them more and more all the time! #couplecrushing

Beautiful wedding, beautiful couple. I am so incredibly blessed to have this portrait of sacrifice, service and love to look up to. Can't wait for their future together! Plus I get to brag to everyone that Nic Carvalho is my brother-in-law! Ha!

O Canada!

To get from Queenstown, New Zealand to Ottawa, Ontario I flew on 5 planes, went through customs and security 4 times, watched 8.5 episodes of Suits, I laughed, I cried, got excited and sad - I was in transit for 51 hours. It gave me a real perspective on how big the world really is, even though I was flying at a speed I couldn't really comprehend.

Our first layover was in Sydney. Flying in I could see Cronulla - the beach I'd always go to, and the Shire - the suburb where I'd lived. When we touched down, the flight attendant announced "Welcome to Sydney!" Jennine and I glanced at each other with a look only we'd understand. We weren't staying. What a tease! Knowing that we were within an hour radius of so many people we loved, but couldn't see any of them, was just the worst. Felt like we had to say goodbye to Australia all over again. 

When I arrived in Dallas, Texas, I discovered my luggage was missing. We had been told we would have to manually transfer our bags and re-check them since we were changing airlines. Jennine had found her bag no problem, but I waited until no more bags were coming out onto the carousel, then decided it must have gotten lost. I wasn't afraid of when they would find it, per say, just IF they would find it. I would hate to lose all the sentimentals and souvenirs I had collected over the past 8 months, so I was praying hard to Saint Anthony to find it!

Once we hit Vancouver I had a bunch of messages regarding my bag, but all I could think about was food... mostly Timmy's! Felt good to be somewhere so familiar: the YVR, where the majority of my epic adventures begin... and end. We arrived pretty late, saw three Tim Horton's but they were all closed. How sad! Though I was so confident that there was one open late cause I have pulled a couple over-nighters at the YVR and definitely been greeted by Tim's upon my return, so I was determined. Lo' and behold, Jennine was overjoyed by surprise and delight when she saw me waltz up, Iced Capp's in hand. I was pretty overwhelmed, with the stress of trying to locate my bag, I wasn't sure if I was crying tears of sadness or joy! Probably both.After 4 hours of interrupted sleep, 6am rolled around pretty quick and it was time for more flights! This time just domestic flights, which are far less complicated. I flew out 3 hours before JinJin, but she got up and waved me off at Security. What an incredible adventure we had together. We literally saw each other everyday, from the day we left Vancouver to the day we returned. We were good friends before, but now we share memories and stories that have brought us much closer. I am so blessed by her. Thankfully, I'll be stopping by her city in a few weeks, so the goodbye didn't seem so final.

My flight from Vancouver to Edmonton was my only flight that was on time! But once I got there I discovered the 2 hour delay on my flight to Ottawa. *sigh* As if my journey wasn't long enough! Haha, I was pretty spent at that point. With the change of my arrival time, my sister Kandace wasn't able to meet me at the airport due to another commitment too, bummer. When things like this come along, comfort food is definitely a real thing - in my mind, this is any food that makes me happy, and in this case it was WOK BOX! YUMMMM! I've missed my Mama Ng's cooking, so some Asian food was quite satisfying.

Once I was on my last plane, I fell asleep before we even took off, I was exhausted! I was woken up shortly after by a gift from my parents! They surprised me with a Thai Chicken Wrap! They happened to be flying to the East Coast that day, so when they bought in-flight meals for themselves, they also bought me one! They're the best.
In other news, I had decided to catch up on my journal by the time I got to Ottawa. butttt... the only pen I had... died. So that wasn't gunna happen. But! (Jennine will be shocked by this) I read nearly 50 pages of my book instead! This is only impressive cause I'd been reading the same book the entire time I was in Australia, I was far more committed to keeping up with my journal, and completing crossword puzzles. Clearly, I'm not much of a bookworm. 

Twinsies!

I was so relieved to finally arrive in Ottawa. It was SO HOT and HUMID! 27C!Summer, round 3! I was not dressed for the weather. My future brother-in-law, Nic, graciously picked my up from the airport, and delivered me to the event Kandace was playing Cajon at. A couple people there had to do a double take when they saw me cause they thought I was Kandace - rightly so, we were both wearing jeans and a black t-shirt with our hair swept up in a top-knot. Obviously this was not planned, just coincidental. It brought me back to our teenage years having everyone ask: "are you guys twins?". I embrace it now more than I did then. What a privilege it is to spend time with her now that our lives have lead us to different places in the world.

During those first few days back in Canada I caught myself thinking, "you're driving on the wrong side of the road", "which is the passing lane..?", "WOW! 97.9 cents!? Petrol is so cheap here!!", "THERE'S TIMMY'S!!", "DQ!!!!!", "Mmmm... Peroggies!!!!", "Bagels. Yuuuuummmmm!", "Toonies and Loonies! They won't look at me like I'm an idiot anymore!".

I've been thoroughly enjoying the simple pleasures of being back in Canada, though I'm not technically home yet, there are some things that are nationally the same... and some that are not...

Like bagged milk. Weird. 

Jet Lagged

I sit here, writing this as I fly across the Pacific ocean. Back to the familiar: my friends, my family, my home, my reality. I spent the past 225 days overseas, primarily in Australia, but also a couple weeks in New Zealand. It was my dream. As a 7 year old child watching the Olympics in Sydney, something about Australia caught my attention. About a year later, 'Survivor: the Australian Outback' aired on TV. Not only did this start my Survivor obsession, it fed my desire to one day visit Australia. As I grew up, that desire grew and grew into the dream of all dreams. When I was 14 I went on a family trip to Europe, the excitement and constant adventure brought me so much joy, and that's really where my extreme love for traveling began. Mix it all together, you have the recipe for the #1 item on my bucket list: explore and live in Australia. 

I had met a few Aussies within the past few years at home, and they just added to the intrigue, not only did the place sound epic, I knew the people WERE epic! Maegan Williams was my first Australian friend, I originally met her through mutual friends at a party in 2013 but a few months later she was staying at my house as a missionary on NET. We hit it off. She gave me a hair wrap and I hoped it'd never fall out! Throughout the year  we sent each other letters, and once she returned to Australia, emails. In the spring (March) 2015, I decided if I didn't get into school (College) I'd go to Australia. When I told my Mom this, she cried. "You're gunna go there and find a boy, get married and never return!" I laughed about that. Since all my mail from the school was going to my parents house, my mom found out the result of my application before I did. I got wait listed. She didn't tell me for a few days.  When i finally found out, I was SO EXCITED! Maegan was the next to know - I was finally going to fulfil a dream that started when I was a little kid. I had never been more sure about a  such a decision before.

I invited a couple friends to join me on my radical adventure: Sarah and Jennine decided to grace me with their presence. 

Jennine and I arrived in Sydney on October 18th, 2015 (we met up worth Sarah in Brissy later). We spent our first week staying at Maegan's house - we instantly fell in love with the South Sydney community, and from then on I'd planned on living there for a few months after all our gallivanting was done. And it was so. I scored the BEST possible host family to stay with, getting my fix of delicious Asian cuisine, as well as some rock hard abs from all the silent laughing. I made some of the best friends a girl could ask for, going adventuring every weekend and having solid D&M's - conversations you can only have in a 'safe place'.

Dehydration 4 Lyf, you made me feel so welcomed from the moment we returned to Sydney, the nachos and Oatley Pub experience was one to remember :)

After all was said and done, and it came time for JinJin and I to say our goodbyes, you - the people I care so deeply about - threw us the best,  most shocking, heartfelt, EPIC surprise farewell party possible. I felt so loved. Even if you had to disappoint me in the process, cancelling all previously spoken about goodbye parties, I forgive you - this party definitely made up for it ;) Kudos to all of you for keeping the secret!

Today I'm flying back to Canada, had a layover in Sydney enroute. As we flew in I could spot Cronulla, the Shire, and had a good sense where Mortdale was - they announced 'Welcome to Sydney!', but my heart sank... knowing I was so close to all my Aussie friends, but so far. What a tease. As we departed, I felt like I had to say goodbye all over again - for real this time... back to the northern hemisphere, the true north strong and free, the land of Timmy's and PEROGIES!

This trip was literally a dream come true, I imagined it would be amazing, but I couldn't have anticipated it being anywhere as good as it was. I will keep all the memories close to my heart, for they will be a smile on my face that is incomprehensible to everyone else. 

I love you all, and miss you more than you know! 

Camellia Gardens

The day before our epic adventures in the wilderness, I had an interview with a job agency in the City. The basis of the job would be traffic stopping people in department stores trying to promote/sell fragrances. It was the farthest I had got so far with job applications, so I pursued it, although from the start I was pretty leery about it. After a group interview of 14 people, I was convinced I was the lease qualified person there and didn't expect to be called back for a second interview. Well, lo and behold they asked me to come back and offered me the job! I decided they just wanted me 'cause I'm foreign and have an accent since 5/6 of us were from abroad. After learning about everything that was required of me for this position, I didn't even have the honeymoon of being excited. Plus, there were meticulous grooming standards, none of which I approved of.

After my first day, I went home and ranted about how awful it all was and that I'd finish the 3 shifts they had given me for the week, but after that, I was DONE. And I was serious. Tom (my host dad) found the whole thing hilarious, thinking I was just being terribly dramatic. But it was that bad. After day two, I got a call from the agency asking me to cover 3 more days the following week, I was trying to find excuses to decline, but I had a weak moment and gave in.

I had mentioned to Pete I was in need of some solid fun times after my first few days of pure torture, so that weekend he arranged to go for brunch at the Camellia Gardens Teahouse in Caringbah. Everyone was interested to hear about my new job, so I gave them the DL... but they were not very compassionate. I told them I had to cake my face with make up wearing bright red lip stick and smokey eye make up, slick my hair back into a pony tail and wrap the elastic with hair to hide it, and wear 2 inch heels. They were like "So basically you're a model and you're complaining about it." Raaaaaaage! Ahhhh! Nobody understood. My mom had called me to video chat after a shift one day and she didn't even recognize me... that's how different I looked.

Sarah, Mae, Pete and I at the Camellia Gardens.

Anyways, the Camellia Gardens were gorgeous. After we had a bite to eat we went for a stroll through the park. There were geckos crawling across the foot path, ducks and geese in the streams, and jovial cries of laughter from deep within our chests. Johno, Sarah, Maegan Pete and myself decided to continue the party in Cronulla at the Simon's apartment unit. We talked about all the things we could do, but ended up just hanging out and talking for most of the arvo. Eventually we ventured out to the beach and rock hopped along the ocean. It was the perfect remedy for a rough past couple days. We eventually decided on a cuisine for dinner, and got noodle bowls from Thai Face. I tried 'Pad See Ew' for the first time, no regret! Was delish. Sarah had gone to Mass, but joined up with us again after dinner as we headed back to the unit. We played a quick game of Smegal and headed home before too late. It was exactly what I needed: good friends and fun times :)

Rock hopping in Cronulla.

Valley of the Fireflies - Part 2

Day two rolled around after a long night, I couldn't fall asleep in the tent cause it was so hot, so I ended up sleeping outside under the stars. It's so weird to think there's no bears here that'll eat you in the night, just snakes and spiders, but somehow those seem less terrifying.

I woke up to the snapping of twigs and crackling of fire, Pete had wasted no time. When Jess got up she explained how when she woke up she thought since I wasn't in the tent that I had fallen down the cliff in the middle of the night and died. So she was happy to see that I was alive.

We made brekkie: bacon, eggs, and toast buttered with avo! You're probably wondering how we managed to get eggs all the way down the canyon, being jostled about the whole way. Well, to be honest, a couple broke... but only 2/24! While we cleaned up, Chris read Lord of the Rings aloud - LOTR was definitely the theme of our trip; the topic of many conversations, the theme song and the card game we played (Smeagol).

We headed to the waterfall by mid morning, it was a gorgeous day, perfect for more adventuring - this time without our backpacks :) At one point we were following the leader, and after scoping things out we came to a place that looked pretty suss. I went to slide down a rock, to jump on to another, but I

lost my balance and grabbed a tree branch, but it snapped... leaving me to fall about 10 feet onto a bed of rocks. Thankfully I fell on the fleshy part of my lower back, just a couple inches to the left and I could have broken my back. BUT I DIDN'T! :) YAY! Everyone was freakin' out cause they couldn't see where I had fallen. I swear, I'm not normally so accident prone, but I just had a few freak incidents that would lead you to assume otherwise. They were really good about it, willing to sacrifice seeing the waterfall to accompany me back to the camp, but I didn't want to ruin the excursion or miss out on seeing

the waterfall, so we carried on, despite the throbbing pain in my back. It was SO worth it. We arrived at Carrington Falls by mid day and wasted no time getting in the water, it was heaps refreshing since we were all so sweaty. We went right under the waterfall, then just relaxed in the water - Pete said we should lay on our backs with our ears under the water and just look up, listen, take it all in. Peace. Serenity. Beauty. My goodness, was I ever happy I didn't miss that! It was the climax of the trip!

Blob time

The arvo was filled with lotsa blobbing; snacking, Smeagol, reading more LOTR, and story time (our worst injury stories, or near death experiences).

Day 3 started fairly early, had breakfast and cleaned up by 9am. Putting our backpacks back on wasn't so fun, but they were lighter than on the way down since we'd eaten most of the food. We smashed it out, stopped for a couple muesli bar breaks along the way. Chris was our navigator, if we started up the canyon at the correct spot, it would take far less time, and luckily he found that spot fairly easily. On the way up, we would hike for a few minutes and stop 'cause it was so exhausting going straight up. I had a serious lack of energy since I wasn't feeling great, but when we finally got to the top and walking on flat ground, just walking normally felt like I was running! So effortless. After what seemed like an eternity, we stumbled into the parking lot area... I was caught so off guard. Pure happiness. JOY. We made it! There were tons of people in the picnic area, a girl came over and asked what hike we just did. We told her we had done a 3-day hike, obviously that wasn't the kind of hike they were looking for. As Pete was talking with them we noticed a massive red stain on the back of his once-white shirt (we figured it was from a leech). He turned to join us again and the girl noticed the blood mark, we could see her whole group staring and pointing at us like we were some crazy people that just emerged from the jungle... I guess they weren't too far off, haha. We rewarded ourselves with a delightful spread of leftovers for lunch. Though of course Chris had to ruin it by exclaiming "the turkey mince looks like curdled milk!".

Gloria Jean's was a must, so we stopped in for a drink, Iced Chai's never tasted so good! While driving home, Pete was like "Hey guys, doesn't that person at the crosswalk look JUST like Silken!?" -there are two people at the crosswalk, a girl with a top-knot and an overweight man in a white shirt. *pause for effect* then he continued "...the one in the white shirt!!!! BAHAHAHAHA!" Everyone just lost it. I was slightly insulted, but it was hilarious.

But WOW. What. A. Weekend.

I have never laughed so much. I think I now have a six pack.

Despite the near death experiences and feeling sick most of the time, those are three days I will never forget... I have the scars to remind me. I constantly feel so blessed by the people God has placed in my life, the adventures He has allowed me to experience, and the beauty of His creation. I am so spoiled. 

Valley of the Fireflies - Part 1

Rock hopping at the top of Carrington Falls.

Excitement was building as the weekend approached, an entire weekend spent camping, hiking, and bush bashing with Chris, Jess, Pete and Jennine! Anticipation of the unknown set in as we packed our backpacking backpacks but, finally, Friday morning rolled around and it was time to hit the road. On the way, Chris, Jess and Pete gave us a heads up of how difficult this hike is, so we had fair warning of what to expect. We headed down past Wollongong to Carrington Falls. The view from the top of the waterfall was gorgeous, but we, unlike many others, were going to head down to the bottom the canyon. There wasn't really a trail, so we made our own. It was super steep, with the decaying forest floor often slipping from beneath our feet. On occasion we discovered leeches sucking our blood, so we burnt them off and watched them shrivel (that's the best way to get them off, fun fact!). After a couple hours of bush whacking, we came to the stream flowing through the canyon - Phase 1: Complete. The weather was perfect, though not terribly hot, sweat was still gushing from every pore.

Phase 2 consisted of rock hopping along the bottom of the ravine. With the turbulent water below, and canyon walls on either side, maneuvering over, under and around these boulders would prove to be fairly challenging, but chuck a 30lb backpack on to throw your balance off to increase the difficulty even more! Sometimes the rocks were covered in wet moss, causing quite the slipping hazard. I definitely biffed it a couple times, somehow only one foot every ended up in the water. There were a few sketchy parts, and often I wondered how everyone jumped across such a wide gap, but due to necessity, before I knew it I was also on the other side. It makes you realize you are capable of much more than you think you are!

And a few scars...

Just a few scratches.

We started heading up the other side of the canyon, though it was still steep with loose ground under foot. Just a little ways up, playing follow the leader, I went to grab a rock to help myself up (though checking to make sure it was sturdy) I took hold of it and before I knew it I was tumbling down the incline. Thankfully, I stopped myself before I fell into the chasm of raging water just a few meters below. Poor Chris was behind me and helplessly watched it all happen. I definitely shook everyone up a little. We sat for a bit while they gawked at the wounds on my legs, and a couple scrapes on my arms. I was pretty spent at that point, but we pushed through till finally I heard the most glorious thing I ever did hear. Chris yelled "COOOOOEY!", meaning 'WE'RE THERE!!!'. This particular spot was called 'Valley of the Fireflies', it was named by their group of friends when they first discovered the campsite there. Fully equipped with a cave, fire pit, and perfectly flat ground for tents, they just happened to stumble upon it and decided it was the perfect spot to stop and camp. The whole expedition took us about 5 hours, but we stopped for lots of breaks to play 'what ingredients are in the muesli bars?!', so we made pretty good time.

Pete modelling his cutlery. 

We dropped our bags and took our shoes off, it was then that I noticed how wrinkled and pruney my right foot was. Chris declared "I feel as old as Silken's foot looks!" After the days festivities, taking a dip in the creek just outside the site was just what we needed, along with a stretching session lead by Jess and Jennine. Then we got right to work setting up our tents, and making dinner. When it comes to food, Jess is the one you want planning the menu. Forget dehydrated mashed potatoes and baked beans, it was more like a 3 course gourmet meal! I was quite impressed.

Chris graciously reading LORT to us :)

The evening consisted of reading Lord of the Rings aloud, roasting marshmallows and play Truth (no dare). Since it was a 'safe place', all the super out there questions were asked, like "if you could choose 3 South Sydney boys to go on a date with, who would it be?',  and 'what is your most proud accomplishment?'. It was a real bonding experience, now they know privileged information.

That concludes Day 1, filled with lotsa laughs, near death experiences and heaps (and I mean HEAPS) of Lord of the Rings chitchat. More to come in part two!

Heels, Lanterns and Mojitos!

Although our days had been fairly chill (well, except for constant job searching), our evenings seemed to fill up pretty quickly. We played soccer mid-week for mixed sport, that left a bit of a mark on a few of us - scabs and scars included. The following night was our weekly Lenten Share Group and Adoration, so much goodness.

Friday rolled around and we discovered a friend of ours, Michaela, was preforming in a singing competition, so a couple of us went to watch at the RSL (The Returned and Services League). It was my first time attending an RSL, and probably my last... Once we arrived, a very large, attempting-to-be-intimidating man was checking ID's, but not only ID's, also footwear and clothing. Apparently you will be denied entry into an RSL if you are wearing flip flops. I found this out the hard way. He double checked with someone over the radio saying "there is a group of 4 ladies, one of whom is wearing thongs... RUBBER thongs..." we could hardly keep a straight face! He said I would not be allowed entry unless I changed my shoes, which I definitely didn't have. Luckily for me, Michaela happened to have an extra pair! She brought out size 7 stilettos that were a solid 3 - 4 inches tall. I am a size 9. Let's just say, with them, the big scary man let me in.  Though he was sure to say "you HAVE to keep them on the whole time, you CAN NOT, under any circumstances, take them off once you are upstairs." Not a second after we had sorted out the whole shoe dilemma, Jennine realized she forgot her wallet at home. We thought after all that, we'd have to leave, but Michaela mentioned even minors are allowed in, you just have to become a League Member. And so, Maegan signed up as a League Member (complete with a membership card, including a photo!) so Jennine would be allowed in. So, an eternity later, he finally let us all through. I hobbled to the elevator and over to the table where Michaela and Co. were sitting, I could hardly feel my feet at that point, they were so cramped! Finally! I sat down and immediately kicked the heals off. And kept them off the entire night, there was no way I was keeping them on. Praise God for thongs. Rubber thongs. 

The competition was full on, everyone was so good! It was particularly thrilling watching Michaela belt out the tunes, I had heard her sing once before, but I am constantly amazed by the power in her voice! What a firecracker! So happy we were able to be there to support her. 

How pretty, eh! 

 After about an hour and a half in transit to get back home, it was nearly midnight - best time for baking! I made cinnamon roll monkey bread for Chloe's birthday party the next day! Partially because I wanted everyone to try it (Cinnamon Buns aren't super popular here. I know. It's a tragedy), but mostly cause I miss the taste of heaven in my mouth. 

Decorating with Chloe and Jennine.

The birthday bash was held at a nearby park with gazebo, perfect location for an outdoor party! I arrived early to help decorate! We had mason jars with flowers in them on the steps of the gazebo, hanging lanterns and a few others banners. It all came together really well, I was quite impressed!
The 'Soiree' was a blast! We played some ulti and soccer (you'd think I was planning the activities, eh?), but had lotsa low key hangout time too, fully equipped with quality conversation. I found out a friend of ours from the area, Naomi, got accepted to NET Canada! How EXCITING! 

What a beautiful day with lots of laughs, delicious food and few casualties (Jess' toe took a beating). 

Chloe and Simone!

Photo Credit: Jess Laundy

We wrapped up in the mid-afternoon, cleaned up and had a nice chill time at the girls house afterwards.

Chris and Jess had us over for dinner, what an honour! Jess was the bartender for the evening, she makes a real good mojito! During dinner they took turns telling us their story, how they met and everything in between. The pure love for God and each other is so evident in each of them.
A little later they then started brainstorming more epic places they could take us. Valley of the Fireflies came up, apparently it's a pretty intense hike, starting at the top of a canyon and climbing down to the bottom. And Boom. Just like that, our next adventure was planned. 

Stay tuned. 

This ones a gooder. 

If You Like Pina Coladas...

Me and Mae at Audley!

Throughout our first week back in South Sydney, we started our job search. At first it wasn't so bad, but after dropping off nearly 30 resumes in 3 days without even an interview, getting rejected got old pretty fast. It'd definitely the wrong season to be looking for work!

Picnicing at Audley

Being unemployed had it's perks though, time for more adventures! Pete took Maegan, Jennine and myself to the Audley Weir in the Royal National Park. It was slightly overcast that morning, which was perfect for a day on the water. We rented out a row boat and each took turns

We got the goods :)

rowing. The pressure was on to preform when you were in the drivers seat. Of course when it came around to my turn, I had to weave through a ton of rocks jussst below or jussst peaking out the surface of the water. Thankfully I didn't bottom out the boat! Everyone was heaps impressed. Saw a couple eels along the way. We got to the end of the creek and scoped out a place to have our picnic lunch. A little later, a couple friends from Wollongong came outta no where! We had opened the event up to everyone, but assumed we were the only ones keen. Guess we were mistaken! We headed back together, they were so much faster than us in their canoe! We noticed a snake swim across the water, then ironically a couple minutes later we went for a

Bartender Pete!

dip... ha. Jennine wasn't too fond of swimming in the same water as snakes, but somehow hanging with Chris, Jess or Pete - fears are conquered. It's like they have special powers or something.

Once we got back to the car, we decided to grab some snacks and go party at the Simon's house. While we were at the supermarket, I saw Pina Colada Tim Tams, and went on about how we'd been trying to locate a Pina Colada Cocktail since we'd arrived in Australia, but decided they just don't exist here. So Pete, being super spontaneous, was like "why don't we just make them!", before I knew it he was looking up a recipe and at the liquor store buying Malibu rum. We all dispersed throughout the store looking for the necessary ingredients.

We may have been a little excited...

Upon arriving to Pete's house, much to our surprise and delight, we found Jess in the living room. And so it began. We listened to the Pina Colada song (Escape by Rupert Holmes) on repeat, at least 8 times. What better thing to do on a rainy day than sit inside with some of your best mates playing Wizard, sipping on Pina Coladas! Best.

Jennine and I headed over to Maegan's in the evening for some quality girl time. Watched a movie and had dinner. The fun times just keep coming. In the documentary we watched (Twinsters), they said "The great is the enemy of the good." Which brought me to ponder my life; here in Australia and back home. We have been having the time of our lives over the past few months, with so many GREAT experiences, though knowing my reality might not be quite as exuberant back home, I wouldn't trade this trip for anything. Thus, I'll just bask in the beauty of my current life as an honorary Mortdalian.

Much love and prayers!

<3 Miss Silks

Welcome Back Canadians!

Alas! The time had finally come for us to graced with the presence of the beautiful people of South Sydney. We moved into our new home with the Ng's, a family in the Disciples of Jesus community who agreed to have us live with them for the next few months. They are originally from Singapore, but moved to Australia 14 years ago. Basically this means we get to eat ridiculously delicious Asian cuisine all the time! BEST!
Although we would be moving with them to their new house exactly a week later, we were so excited to unpack our backpacks and have our clothes in drawers or the closet where we could see them! Ah, you don't appreciate the little things until you have gone without them for so long. Like a real bath towel. The towel I'd been using for the past 4 months was literally the size of a hand towel. We're really living the good life now! Get to use a real towel every day! How good.

A bunch of our friends threw a welcome back party for us, complete with nachos (courtesy of Steve), cider and quality company. Being back in Mortdale was another dream come true, although I loved gallivanting across the vast and varied landscape of Australia, it was here that I felt the most at home. After spending our first week in Australia here in Sydney, I was convinced that after we were done backpacking, all I wanted was to settle in Mortdale for the last few months.

Daniel, Sam, Tim, Steve, me and Jennine at Oatley Pub!

Anyways, after dinner it was time for the after party at the Oatley Pub! Some of us weren't so keen on the whole "clubbing" thing, so they bailed early. Lame. Apparently this place was a bit 'seedy',  I didn't know what that meant at the time, but I soon found out. There was an outdoor location with music and dancing, pretty epic! Unfortunately Canada doesn't typically have such venues. The boys dubbed us official 'Mortdalians' cause of the experience. What a blast. We stayed till closing then met up with a few more friends later on. We felt quite privileged to have a party thrown in our honour! What gems, they are so good to us.

Wattamolla in the Royal National Park.

A couple days later, which happened to be Valentine's Day, a group of about 15 of us headed to Wattamolla for a day at the beach! It was gorgeous out, beautiful blue skies above, crystal clear water below. Maegan, Pete, Jennine and myself arrived fairly early - after claiming our spot on the beach, we didn't waste any time getting in the water, climbing up the rocks and jumping off the cliff! Got the adrenaline pumping pretty quick. Part of the cliff was a meter or two higher than the rest, which Jennine and I wasted no time conquering, but had to encourage couple guys at the top just kept looking down and phsyching themselves out.

Adventure time! After swimming out into the ocean a bit, a few of us climbed up on the rocks and quickly found the sheer joy awaiting us. Lotsa scaling, scrambling and scoping with waves crashing along side us the entire way. Ah, paradise. I just couldn't get enough. We headed back with cuts and scrapes all around, every one was worth it.

We had a nice little picnic, then played soccer on the sand, which felt like we were playing on the surface of the sun it was so hot. Lasting maaaaybe ten minutes, everyone, sweaty and covered in sand, booked it to the water for some refreshment. Ah, what a glorious feeling. Couldn't cool down fast enough! We were sure to grab frozen cokes from Maccas on the way home, good life choice.

All in all, our first weekend back in Sydney was a solid 8/8. So much good.

Coogee!

The view from our hostel in Coogee.

We arrived in Sydney on February 10th, which also happened to be Ash Wednesday. We definitely got a couple comments at the airport about us having dirt on out foreheads. But in all seriousness, it was actually quite depressing knowing that we were back in Sydney, but not going my beloved Mortdale, the land where milk and honey flow. Instead, a three story walk-up hostel was where we would call 'home' for the next few days. Since we (and by we, I mean Lloyd) had found permanent accommodation for us for the duration of our stay in Oz, we had hoped we could cancel 2/3 of our nights booked at the hostel - but no such luck! Once we got settled and had dinner, morale was low, when all of a sudden, out popped a Canadian. And another. And a couple more! There were 7 of us who happened to be sitting in the living room all at once! *sighhhh* A little taste of home. A couple of them were from BC, and they had just arrived in Australia a couple days earlier, so they were going off about all the snowboarding they had been doing the week before. I may have been slightly jealous, but mostly just excited to be hearing about the mountains, the snow and... home. We ended up having a really good chat about the differences in lingo, animals, and culture, as well as epic places they needed to see while in Sydney. Jennine had been hanging with a couple others from Ontario, getting in debates about which hockey team was better (typical Canadians...). After I went for a walk on the boardwalk with my new friends, we went back to the hostel to play random a random dice game and, of course, drink goon. Before we knew it, it was 3am, and the evening had turned out much differently than I had expected.

The next day we headed to the beach with our buddy Mike (Ontario), which was right across the street from our hostel. We had been in the ocean for a while, ducking under and swimming over waves, when all of a sudden I felt a tingling sensation on my hand. A blue bottle jellyfish had wrapped its tentacles around various fingers and my thumb. So we got out of the water right away to discover the beach was blue - just covered in jellyfish. I got some ice and the lifeguard sprayed it with something to help the stinging. Though the tenatacle had vanished, a line of red dots replaced it, While we were heading back to our spot on the beach, we hear in the distance "...it is them! SILKEN!! JENNINE!!" Our friends, Alannah and Marina from summer school came running towards us. We were shocked to see them at Coogee, of all the beaches in Sydney, they were here. Pretty crazy. Was so nice to see familiar faces, they were the first friends we had seen since arriving back in Sydney. What a pleasant surprise, we just basked in their presence for a while, taking in their beautiful selves.

That evening, considering it was the first week of lent, we were invited to a Lenten share group led by a friend of ours from Mortdale. It was so exciting seeing everyone again! We had dinner, then read and discussed the upcoming Sunday's Mass Readings, with Adoration to follow. This event would be every week throughout lent, what a lovely way to come together and share in faith and fellowship. Heading back to our hostel after was so weird, mixing backpackers life with Mortdale life. When we got back to the hostel we played Catan with our buddy Mike, and for lack of a better place, we played on the floor of the patio, trapping cockroaches under beer bottles. Fun times ;)

We ended up leaving the hostel a day early, I was pretty anxious to get settled in our new home, and some of our friends were hosting a welcome back party for us that night, and it would be a lot more convenient to get home if we didn't have to travel an hour and a half back to the hostel. So, finally, we moved to south Sydney, not Mortdale, but close enough to experience all the goodness!