My blog is about the scenic, stressful, spectacular life (and everything screwy in between) of a
California girl turned expat transplanted to the land down under: North Queensland, Australia.

September 27, 2010

30 Days of Truth.

I can’t resist a challenge (or the urge to talk about myself-duh), so I accepted a writing “assignment” posted by Molly over at Life of Cynicism titled “30 Days of Truth”. It starts tomorrow (their Monday, my Tuedsay-when I type that I always feel like I’m in the future somehow), and the first ten days will be about the following questions:

Day 1: Something you hate about yourself.
Day 2: Something you love about yourself.
Day 3: Something you have to forgive yourself for.
Day 5:Something you hope to do in your life.
Day 6: Something you hope you never have to do.
Day 7: Someone who has made your life worth living.
Day 8: Someone who has made your life hell or treated you badly.
Day 9: Someone you didn't want to let go, but who drifted away.
Day 10: Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn't know.

I’m actually excited to post, because I believe that self-reflection is crucial to evolving as a person (thanks to SS for that lesson). Sometimes when I post on this blog instead of my first blog, it feels like an angel/devil relationship. This blog is about the little things that make me smile. Observations that are so different from my way of life back home. Opening my eyes and really viewing the world as it is now. (Man, I sound really philosophical today, don’t I?)

Right now I’m in sadface mode, because yesterday my husband and I made plans to make a day trip to Townsville and visit three of the farmer’s markets being held in the morning. I love farmer’s markets, so I was really looking forward to spending a day shopping (something I usually hate doing unless necessary). I was so excited in fact, that I was like a kid on Christmas and couldn’t sleep at all. Started getting ready at 5:30am to leave town at 7, and got a typical roadhouse breakfast:

 It’s what Patrick Swayze ate every morning, too.

I ended up only eating about half of the chips (fries) and a third of the coffee, and saving the muffin for later in the day. I even made a CD for the trip-Bloc Party, Dub Pistols, Rise Against, Jonsi, Black Eyed Peas, Chevelle, Hot Chip (I like a lot of different music). It started to rain during Broken Bells’ “The High Road”, and the song totally fits the picture to me:

 It’s too late to change your mind. You let loss be your guide.

J says looking at the roads now reminds him of how, when driving in California, on each side of you the roads are littered with buildings-except now it’s all trees.

4 WTF does that sign even mean???

 The mountains here remind me of volcanoes.

Closer to Townsville the sky broke through, and it’s always so blue. No grey smog, nothing to block it. Just pure sky.

As we neared the first market, we passed the “Riverway”, and there were people jet skiing on it! Note to self: must buy fishing pole soon.

After the market we walked around the shopping mall that was nearby, and my stomach started to hurt. I took some medicine and continued on, because this was MY DAY! Oh and, it officially marked 30 days of being in Australia. Woo hoo! My husband booked us a marina view hotel room at Jupiter’s Casino for the night, and threw in some chocolate covered strawberries to greet me when we arrived. I stopped to ask a customer service guy what time the shops opened and…he…sounded…LIKE ME!!! We both asked where the other was from (Tennessee) and then recited the Pledge of Allegiance (just kidding). I saw a familiar sign-not Starbucks, but passable!

Gloria Jean's

…but my stomach was just aching. No coffee for me. We headed to the next centre, and by then I was shaking and sweating. I won’t go into detail, but I was flat out sick. It was 10am, and the hotel check in was at 2pm. I asked J to see if we could check in early, but the hotel was still cleaning from the night before. There was no way I could shop for four more hours, so he called back and cancelled the room (and they took pity on us and didn’t charge us any fees), and we drove back home. No chocolate covered strawberries. No arts and/or crafts. No sushi for lunch (we found a sushi place online the night before, and I was in full Homer Simpson drooling mode). We got back home around 1pm, and I slept for twelve hours. I still don’t know why I was so sick-I ate about ten chips, and the night before I had rice for dinner.

On the bright side, my sick, no food for eighteen hours self stepped on the scale this morning and found that I have lost fifteen pounds since arriving 30 days ago. Holy crap! I think it’s definitely my aversion to food here, not some magical “diet and exercise” regimen I started or anything. The best thing is I’m in another weight bracket now-let’s just say I’ve hit the “under XXX” mark. That’s something to smile about for today, right?


  1. okay, here's something you should know--our family has a genetic predisposition to not dealing well with eating large amounts of fat. Like fries, chips, etc. It makes some of us violently ill almost immediately and includes stomach craps, shakes, sweats, incredible pain and myriad dreadful trips to the bathroom. I have borderline colitis from this and you'd think I'd be thin! I did lose my gall bladder because of the fat thing and son Torin at 18 is hot on my trail. So, try cutting down on fats, especially with coffee, that will nail you the cross immediately every time. Get up, plan the trip again and don't eat the roadhouse breakfast! Check in to the hotel first so you have somewhere to go if you start feeling icky. Then go out and hit those markets. I need photos, I need stories, I need Hed's eye!

  2. Sorry to hear that your trip didn't go to plan. I can also sympathise with the sickness thing. I suffer from IBS and unfortunately have been caught short in a huge variety of places: The most recent being an important meeting at work. As you know I follow both your blogs and can relate to both. I suffer from anxiety and am certain I have Bipolar tendencies. The food thing is a biggie too- I miss my British staples (There is def. an American expat store in Melbourne you should try googling them as they might do mail order) and even though I have lived sharehouses since I was 17 I still have days where I feel like a stranger in my own home. Like I'm intruding in someone else's space and even though it is my home too, I don't always feel like it. The other day I had a panic attack as I realised I'd forgotten to flush the toilet (it sends the shower pressure and temperature haywire) whilst I was on the train. I hated the thought of my housemates talking about it and even considered racing back to the house. All this and it's still my house and not really that big of a deal.

    Anyways, rambling a bit (mini post anyone?)- I am going to join you on the 30 days of truth thing- sounds like fun! Take care

    FF xo