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Monday, 30 October 2017

October in a Pearl Shell... and Twenty One

As you would know, I have moved out of home before. This was with a friend, and I rented a room and bathroom, but was also free to use the rest of the hous, as well as her things.

It had been a good experience and allowed me and my boyfriend to get a taste of living with one another. The taste hadn't been much different from how it had been prior to that, as we saw each other most days if not everyday. But the household duties and responsibilities, and reliance of each other for common things such as dinner, to get milk on the way home from work if we had run out, did cause us to argue a little more than usual.


But by the end of our days, we knew each other enough that it eventually flowed, and we knew what the other person wanted in the home, so we tried to meet their wishes, and overall, it was a great experience.

We have now moved out on our very own to the big apple. Or the grape, as what many would consider our small city of Perth in comparison to say, Sydney or New York. Our apartment is beautiful, small but cozy, with everything we could ever possibly need at this time in our lives (and of course my book collection). It was exciting of course, inspecting the property and then getting accepted. But as the days neared that we would no longer be sharing a king single bed, in the safety of his parent’s home, easy to say that my nerves at times got the better of me.



This is a huge milestone. Sure, moving out for the first time on your own and having a lease in your very own name is common, even by those younger than me. But it is a massive milestone nonetheless. Here we are with not only a huge responsibility, but a big ass chapter in our lives. We could be here for many years to come. We could be creating a life in this suburb, unintentionally making routines and setting traditions. Until the next milestone, which usually happens when one bedroom is no longer enough.




The title is October in a pearl shell however, as opposed to a nut shell, because this month has been a great one, although the move did cause me enough stress that I have yet to recover from my break out.


It was my sister's birthday 4 days ago and one of the celebrations was heading to an event in the wine region of Perth, as we also celebrated getting tickets to LANA DEL REY in Sydney!!

Also, it is my 21st birthday today. I have taken the day out to enjoy the gorgeous sunshine and go on a picnic with my sister. My boyfriend bought me a camera and so you will be glad to not have to look at so many quality-lacking pictures :)

This Saturday we will be celebrating the milestone with a party by the theme of 70’s due to my love of all things vintage and retro and of course, television series set in that era such as Puberty Blues (still hoping for a season 3) and That 70’s Show!
I painted a backdrop board all by myself using wood from Bunnings, have created yellow and orange buntings and even had an outfit made so suit the theme. Despite that I have approximately 40 friends coming, my adult family members are using this occasion to have a roast dinner on their own (despite my protests because I do not eat meat) and to get drunk whilst they ‘chaperone’ and are probably more excited than me.

October, you've been good to me. 

Tuesday, 10 October 2017

Life as a sensitive #1

I have always been sensitive. Sensitive to constructive criticism for instance. Sensitive to seeing others cry - and sensitive to change, no matter how large or small.

Sensitivity was always an unwelcomed trait. I had read up about it, and found that many people are sensitive like me also, causing influxes in their mood but with a great ability to put themselves in another’s shoes so easily and in such great detail.

Although this trait has been well known about myself, particularly from my childhood nick name of ‘sook’, it is only recently after being accepted to our very own apartment and constant discussions of furniture and colour schemes, that I realized that something even as simple as a mere colour, affects me.

I guess I had always known this after living with my grandparents for 15 years. The house was black, grey with splashes of red. That was basically the entirety of the colour scheme from my bathroom, the kitchen, living room and laundry, and it always had. Maybe that was why I always found myself choosing to dwell in my bedroom with coloured lanterns hanging from the roof and an electric rainbow bedspread; feeling content amongst the bright colours, as opposed to the lifeless grey.
We all know colours have a mood. Orange for instance is nothing less than happy. So is yellow, representing a cloudless summer day. A light blue is still and content, quite like the sky. But grey I find is dull and sad. It’s a great colour to sit amongst with a blanket whilst the rain pours heavily outside. But I am only occasionally fond of rainy days, mostly when they had not graced us with its presence in months, and so the reminder of such weather isn’t pleasant and brings only a sense of confinement as I wait for the grey to pass.

I love to wear red. It’s a bright and bold colour that I find suits well on my skin tone. But when my partner suggested the colour to be incorporated into our colour scheme I crinkled my nose and shook my head. Bold was nice to wear, but I didn’t need to be consistently shouted at by the colour in my home when I get home from work.

Red wants to be admired and it is a beautiful colour, so that wouldn’t be difficult. But it is not admired for its serenity but is admired for its uniqueness - difficult to find anywhere in nature other than the isolated plains of Australia, and it consistently demands to receive attention, whether your gaze provides it that willingly or not.

It is just odd how much detail I could go into regarding the mood and atmosphere of a colour, and even more strangely how much one can affect me. I don’t feel comfortable amongst red for long, finding I become restless, almost uncomfortable. Grey always has me feeling sluggish, yearning for the brighter colours of orange and yellow, or the rainforest greens, where I can sit amongst representations of the world and nature I feel the most me in.


So, anyway, what should be an exciting task of finding furniture and items for our new apartment has been rather difficult, particularly when my boyfriend suggests a black dinner table and dark grey couch. But we have compromised and decided on a beige sofa with orange pillows which I feel will mimic the sand and sun on our coastal beaches J

Tuesday, 19 September 2017

September in a nutshell






It has been quite difficult to maintain ideas on what to write these days. A year ago, it was effortless.
So I am going to try something new that even my lazy-and-suddenly-uncreative-mind can keep up with, and that’s by posting every month, summarising that very month by presenting a range of cluttered ideas, moods and thoughts.


August was a month of recovering from my overseas travels and job searching so I have little to say to about that month. Except that of course, I found a job that I am quite fond of and am currently in my second week.

September on the other hand has given me the desire and energy to explore. The wild flowers are blossoming so it would be a shame not to get in nature and admire Spring’s handiwork. The sun is rising earlier I notice on my morning jogs and images in my head of the summer I want to create excite me.


Mood { I guess we are all trying to get to know ourselves. I’ve learnt more about myself this year so far. I don’t think we truly know ourselves until we hate who we are. A strong feeling of dislikement for who I am seeped in early September – where I wouldn’t even want to be friends with me - and I didn’t know where to go from there. Now I realise the next step is to improve. Admitting is the first step.
(At least my dog loves me for me)


Idea { Maybe our drunk selves that we hate and pretend never showed their face that fateful night has something to teach us? Of course there are the obvious teachings that we shouldn’t have drunk so much or acted the way we did. But maybe that drunken idiot had a subconscious motive. And I feel it is time to let go of the people that brought that psychotic drunk out. Not that they were handing me the ammo or anything. But why did my other half feel the need to drink so much? Of course my other half likely has issues, but perhaps it was the atmosphere that my other half did not feel comfortable in.


Thought { I have begun to let go of those I consider negative energies, from my life. I haven't seen any miraculous changes so far, but I do feel as if a weight, albeit small, has been lifted from me.
The thing about 'negative energies' however, do not necessarily have to mean people who simply put you down. They don't have to be bullies. They don't have to be people you disagree with.

They can be very good people.

But they can not be good people, for you.

I realize that now. I was trying hard to establish and maintain friendships with people who may not have been suitable for me.
One should never feel that they question they're words prior to speaking them in order to fit in, or that their ideas or topics of communication are not welcome. For many people, those that I consider for myself 'negative' are perfect for many other people. We simply clash too much that I feel as if I am withholding myself if not, losing myself.

And it's okay to feel that way, no matter how many memories you may share. Because people change, especially yourself. And you will meet people who share those new interests and your way of speaking and find your topics of conversation interesting. Until you change again.

19th of September,
My friend and I made a video for a competition that was announced on Triple J. The objective is to make a video that showcases one's 'air djing' talents to win tickets, as well as other additions, for the Listen Out festival.
My friends and I already have tickets and so the prizes weren't what appealed me to the challenge.
I had been driving home when I heard about the competition, and instantly began to wonder 'what would I do in the video'. I had no intentions of actually making one, until I got home, shared my ideas with my friend and within minutes we were making arrangements.
She came over the Saturday night to film and edit and did not leave until midnight. We had an absolute blast making the video, laughing so hard that we couldn't stand straight.
Unfortunately we didn't win, but that's okay. I am glad we did it.
I did feel as if we embarrassed ourselves by posting the video to social media for everyone we know; for the people we drunkenly added on Facebook during a night out; for our family to see and risk them commenting. I know that we got quite a few disapproving opinions from people, and at first that had bothered me and made me consider taking it down.
But now I am proud; whether winners or not. Because I thought it was funny. And if I was able to make someone smile, then that is good enough for me.

Video available here: https://www.facebook.com/chanice.edmonds/videos/10213728110948136/

Monday, 7 August 2017

Europe 2017

I have just returned from my first independent overseas adventure travelling around Europe for one month. Unfortunately my phone was stolen within the first few days of my trip which made it difficult to carry through with my promise of posting whilst there and for that I am sorry.

I can't say that I have returned as a different person. I learnt more about myself and those closest to me but return mostly with precious memories and experiences that I will keep forever in my journal and heart.

It was a trip of an absolute life time where I was able to get a taste of different cities and countries including France, Italy, Austria, Germany, Switzerland and Holland. Of all the places I visited, I have narrowed my favorite places down to three: Paris, Nice and Switzerland. Paris is of course one of my favorites because it continues to hold my favorite memory of all. After arriving and driving through the city on our coach we were able to hop off and explore the city on our own. It is also when I first became friends with Ashleigh and Lauren who are likely two of the best friends that I have ever made. Spending a whole month together can have that affect on you.

We hopped off the bus in Paris and ran to the lookout, squealing as we stared at the Eiffel Tower in the short distance away while tears trickled down my cheeks. We grabbed some crepes beneath the majestic monument which was an undoubtedly surreal feeling before purchasing a bottle of champagne, popping it in the garden and sitting below the tower with a hundred other people and listening to music that people played nearby. From that night onwards, we were inseparable.


Our Free day was spent exploring what little ground we could cover in the magnificent Louvre. If you are not a fan of art but admire architecture then I recommend going because the palace itself is a place worth seeing. 



It was definitely an eventful month filled with many laughs, dozens of bonds made and drunken nights in unfamiliar cities. We stayed for one night in Beaujolais, a town in the country side known mostly for its wine. Our Contiki group stayed in a Chateau with another Contiki Group, and it had been announced a day before that there would be a party held at the location with the theme of 'P Party'. Two of my favorite people on the trip, Kein and Phil, also best friends, went as a 'pair' and proceeded to wear matching shirts: one wearing 'Shake' and the other wearing 'N'bake'. It was extremely cute. Me, my sister, Ashleigh and Lauren had intended to go as Presents, but the lack of wrapping paper sold in Paris made that extremely difficult so on the day we reluctantly decided to go as pregnant. We were all worried about any judgement from the other trippers but found that we received a lot of attention and erupted quite a bit of laughs. 

Bad moms

Nice was a city I had been looking forward to but had not expected for it to be one of my top three places that I visited. The beaches were always swarming with people, many topless and buskers playing actually really great music created a vibe in front of the breathtaking view that cannot easily be copied anywhere else. 


Ashleigh

One of the things I admired about France was the affection constantly shown from local couples; finding middle aged couples holding hands over the tables at restaurants, embraces at the beaches and in the streets as they all appeared undoubtedly in love.

One of my fondest memories is in Corfu Greece at our 'traditional Ionian Dinner' where I was able to smash plates as is the Greek tradition before we all danced with our arms around each other's shoulders and did an extremely long conga line around the restaurant. If you are after a real Greek experience I would not suggest going to Corfu, as it is a much quieter island with not very much of the Greek architecture we have all seen from Pictures, but our three days there were spent relaxing by the pool, drinking way too many Pina Coladas and allowed our group to spend more quality time with each other without the hectic and fast paced walks around new cities we had spent the previous two weeks doing. 
We also spent a day on 'Georges Boat' where we were able to go Parasailing and tubing. I went tubing with Lauren and Ashleigh, laughing our heads off the entire time and swallowing more salt water than desired, before relaxing in the water with noodles and drinking wine. The water was so clear we could see fish from deep below us and the water was so salty you didn't even have to move in order to stay afloat. 






 In Munich we rode bikes and did a small tour of the city before going to the largest beer garden in the world and attempted to ride the bike back tipsy. All the boys on our tour had placed bets that I would be the one to fall off. Although I did scratch my leg on the pedal and bled a little bit, I can proudly say that they lost their bets.

Sorrento, a location I hadn't given much thought definitely surprised me. The water was clear as day and while we all treaded water by the shore, our view of the rolling hills and houses and buildings built on it in different colors was beautifully mesmerizing as I had never seen anything like it.

Sorrento

Venice was also one of my favorite locations. It is just so spectacular in the sense that there is nowhere else like it. Transport was either by boat or by foot, but I was surprised to find how small it actually is so walking everywhere was a breeze. I also got to tick off riding a Gondola from my bucket list. We sang as we were pushed around the canals and waved at others who passed us. 






Switzlerland's never ending mountains and waterfalls is a place I definitely hope to return to. Sitting on the grass by our lodge and admiring the view was an activity in itself. I was able to see snow for the second time in my life as we traveled up Jungfrau mountain, also known as the 'Top of Europe'. 




Of course we also went to Amsterdam and to get the full experience that the city has to offer, we went to a live sex show. It was an odd experience with one show including a young girl with the ability to smoke from a cigar out of her hoo-ha but it was definitely worth going to.

Rome was a great experience but not entirely a place I want to return to. As a tourist there is much to do, but I find that I prefer to live as a local, wandering around the streets, visiting stores to merely look, try different restaurants and find pretty places to sit and watch the world go by. However, the heat and dirtiness of the city left us quite uncomfortable and we found that many of the prime locations to visit was quite a far walk between with little to do on the way and we spent most of our time borderline lost, hoping to find our tour manger in time for our next activity. 

Rome

The last night of our trip left everyone embracing and crying. It was hard to say goodbye to people that you spent a whole month with every moment as they fly back to the other side of the country and all you have is hope that we will all see each other again but we cannot makes any promises.

As we drank wine on the Amsterdam Canal Cruise and did the Macarena, I realized that although I may not have changed as a person, I did feel in that moment that this experience was the beginning of a new chapter in my life. I am not sure what this new chapter entails but I am excited to see where it takes me.

Canal Cruise

I have also now been infected with the travel bug as I make plans for my next trip. Next stop, USA.


Sunday, 25 June 2017

3 Sleeps

UNTIL THE NEXT CHAPTER OF MY LIFE BEGINS WITH MY SISTER WHO ALSO HAPPENS TO BE ONE OF MY FAVORITE PEOPLE!




First stop, London. 

I'll do my very best in keeping you guys updated regarding our adventures and the people we meet along the way. 

I can't wait to share my experiences and hope that this journey makes me better, fuller and provides me with inspiration for my writing. 

Wish us luck



P.S sorry for neglecting this blog once again. It seems I have very little to write these days, thinking that maybe my thoughts aren't even worth sharing anymore

Monday, 5 June 2017

Days Off With Alita Kay

Today is my first scheduled day off from work since last December. I had been looking forward to it for weeks. Weekends are great, sure. But there is something calming and soothing to know that the world is continuing as normal, my colleagues are at work whilst I am at home, drinking a cup of coffee outside in the sunshine that the weather so kindly provided me with.

The stresses of everyday life have really gotten to me. I remind myself that it passes, as it always does and I will again have a grasp of my life and have a clear future in mind. 
But of course, sometimes the reminder doesn't help. 

I have started my morning with a bit of yoga to create the beginning of a full day of unwinding. I will use today to do my washing that is overflowing in my basket and then I will spend the rest of the day painting. And I may even have a nap. 

This is my idea of a perfect day off. 

And if you are stressed, have been working or studying until your brain is tired and the only act of unwinding that you can mentally and physically perform is to watch television because you are far too exhausted to do anything else, then I suggest a day off for you too. Do the hobby that you never have time for. Sun bake in the sun listening to music or make a healthy smoothie. 

It seems we are so often caught up in doing what we feel we need to, saving money and working long hours until we are cranky, tired and our hair is falling out that we forget to look after our self.

And that is exactly what today is for. A day for my body to rejuvenate. For my mind to unclatter and receive some vitamin D that it so desperately needs. 

Hopefully one day there will be a time where not only is annual leave accumulated, but a day is provided to everyone once a month for them to simply unwind, retrieve their mental health back and prepare for another long month ahead,