I could steer this entry in so many ways - +Turn Left for embracing singleness. +Turn Right for embracing culture where you live. +Take the ferry to embrace friendships in the now. +Continue ahead for all the above. Lets go with the latter. The directionless-yet-all-directions-can’t-decide option. When in Rome, do as Romans do. It was... Continue Reading →
I’m sorry to the Subaru Outback, I know you belong in the country. But you’re handling the traffic so well!
“If I leave the house at 06:37am, I’ll be in the door ready for handover by 06:57am”. - A thought I took for granted and miss oh, so much! Never take for granted driving in the country - its one of my top rated joys in life nowadays. Its the greatest juxtaposition taking my beloved... Continue Reading →
Whinge therapy.
Living at home all my life up until recently, I took it for granted that I could lay pathetically in bed and holla “Mam!” as I was convinced I was dying a slow death. Whether it be the 24hr bug, the arrival of Aunt Flo, or a migraine, I rarely suffered in silence. Even if... Continue Reading →
Public Transport – 1. Candice – 0.
Mum would laugh, roll her eyes and say, "oh Candice, really? You need to look at things properly!" Since I can remember, my all too quick decision making would get me into pickles - and today was no exception. I've just had a month off from work - not exactly planned, but I took it... Continue Reading →
My outspoken, argumentative, people-loving Italian father
My father doesn’t seem to go unnoticed, regardless of where he is. He can be in a place he’s never been before in another town with complete anonymity, and he’ll make a significant impression - guaranteed, every damn time. You see, my father is a outspoken, argumentative, people-loving Italian. If you think its a mouthful... Continue Reading →
A date with my car and camera 📸
What?! Didn't she only just move to Sydney?! Home already!! What can I say - my car was lacking in that glorious red dirt layer. Stand down, it has a healthy layer on it now. My rear view is pure red dirt - perfect. Its no secret I love my car - but my oh... Continue Reading →
Finding my feet 🐾
Moving from a small country town to a big city takes a little more adjustment than what my pants require after weeks of unrestrained great food. But moving on your own also poses a potential great adventure… With work not yet on the cards, my days are open for endless adventures! I think everyone needs... Continue Reading →
Downhill = water, uphill = home
Day 1. I still have no bearings- but downhill = water, uphill = home. ... Today at least! Waking up and getting my beach on making a green smoothie, I then set out today resembling Dora The Explorer. As I confidently walked out and down the road in my runners and backpack, all I was... Continue Reading →
24 years a grape growers daughter
Growing up Aussie/Italian 24 years a grape growers daughter and nurse in Yenda: - Theres no garbage collection. Hooray! No bins to take out… ever. - Gross water to the house in winter. The clean water come spring lessens the blow of the hayfever - woo! - Live-in monsters at harvest time. I’ve now learnt... Continue Reading →




















