Moving to the Gold Coast 2014

Beaches, warm weather, chilled lifestyle and good vibes.
It was all that I had imagined.

Like many other families from Tassie chasing some warmth I had come up to the Gold Coast multiple times throughout my childhood and teenage years and it was always the place for fun, but actually taking those steps to moving my life to the beautiful beaches of Burleigh was a different kind of vibe than I had remembered.

The move was a quick decision that was made without much thought. My boyfriend had been offered a job building camps out in the middle of whoop whoop Queensland and was moving to the Gold Coast. That was decided within one day and he was gone 3 days later.

To say I was a ball of emotions was probably an understatement. I was happy that he had gotten an opportunity but I was also worried that it might pull us apart. I didn’t know what would happen from here. All I knew is that I loved a guy that I could no longer see whenever I wanted.

Did I feel like I was abandoned? Yeah a little.

Was I confused? Hell yes.

Was I making plans? I didn’t know where to start.

The first couple of weeks were hard, I had my friends and family keeping my mind off things but then Ricky came home for his week off and that’s when I decided that I would be moving to the Gold Coast too. Within 5 days we had all of our belongings packed onto the back of his ute. Do you know how hard it is to pack and move to another state? I had no idea what I was doing. Do I need this iron? What about this foot warmer? Do they have pens in Queensland? Maybe I will bring this pen just incase. We said our goodbyes to family and friends and set off on our road trip from Tasmania to Burleigh Heads, Qld.

I have always loved an adventure and if you ask me to go on one with you, my answer will nearly always be yes, unless we are going to a snake or spider infested area.


I was ready for the sun and our little place near the beach. What I wasn’t ready for were the struggles. The loneliness and the boredom. Have you ever been so bored that you started to stare at a ceiling fan and suddenly the fan was turning into shapes and you realised you were nearly turning into a teletubby?  I knew that it would be hard seeing as though Rick would be away for at least 3 weeks at a time in whoop whoop land and only come home to the coast for one then gone again but I wasn’t prepared.

Getting a job was my number one goal. I needed money, especially seeing as though I had just moved out of home and actually had to PAY FOR BILLS.

What is this sorcery?!

I was naïve in thinking that because there are so many more job opportunities on the coast it would be so easy to find one. Especially with all of my previous work experience but I was wrong.

I applied for so many jobs that in the end I didn’t even know what the job was about, all I knew is that this company would be receiving my resume.

Getting rejection after rejection from companies was deflating and I questioned everyday whether or not I should go home to Tasmania and that I had made a mistake. Maybe they thought I had two heads? Again, all I knew is that I loved a guy and if I could see him once every 3 weeks, this is what I was going to do.

It took 6 months until my first break, the hardest 6 months. I wasn’t doing uni or anything like that, so I didn’t have the opportunities to meet new people my age. I didn’t even know anyone on the coast that was my age that I could easily text to meet up with and have an actual human chat. I spent my days on this blue moon chair we bought sitting in the middle of our very unfurnished apartment. Luckily I did have an Auntie in which helped me a lot to get some money in my bank. I helped out at where she worked for a couple of weeks until I got an interview at a company I had no idea about.

I turned up for the interview feeling like I was entering a wrestling match and I was ready to knock down any other competitor in my way. Sure enough it was a group interview and guess what, we all got hired the same day which left my right eyebrow raised. It was a telemarketing company that cold called people trying to get them to come to ‘seminars’. The second day we were put on the phones with a script and a good luck.

Oh I hated it, I hated it from the first interview but I was going to do whatever was asked of me just to bring in some money.

I lasted a week…
One whole week of feeling horrible for every person I called and annoyed.
I got fired.

Three others who started with me had been fired the day before but I was praying that they would call me up and fire me too. It was horrible and let’s just say I could never do that kind of a job again.
The phone call I received from the person who hired me was less than pleasant. She told me that she was sorry and sure that I knew what this phone call was going to be about. I was ‘too nice’ for the job and she said I would be better off doing something else but then also pointed out that I was probably ‘too nice’ to have a back bone in other industries also.
So that was my first real experience of the Gold Coast. It sucked me in and spat me out because I was ‘too nice’.

Weeks went by and I think by then I had actually turned into a teletubby and was talking  gibberish to my vacuum cleaner like it was my bestie but there were times when I knew I needed a wake up call so I kicked my ass back into job hunting mode.

Finally I got an interview with Woolworths and have been there ever since.

Over the years I still question if my decision to move was the best one for me. Tasmania will always have my heart and being away from family and friends is one of the hardest things I have had to do. You never know how much you appreciate people until you are put in a situation like moving. Some amazing things have happened though since I left the Apple Isle and the number one thing is that,



Yes to that guy that I knew I loved back at the start, I am still totally in love with now. Rick is honestly the best thing to have happened to me and wherever we are and whatever we do. Home will always be whenever I am with him.

If you are in a similar situation to what I was once in I hope you know that there is a light at the end of the struggle tunnel. Be brave and let the new adventures excite you and embrace the challenges you will face. I grew so much as a person those first 6 months and am definitely a stronger person now for it! Always know that you are never stuck. You have so many options and it is up to you to choose which one you think is best. I’m not saying that I don’t still struggle now. There will always be days when I am down and feel like I am missing a part of me that is still sitting in little old Tassie but I’ll be back there eventually. That is one thing I know for sure.

I have a gypsy soul that wants to see the world and experience all kinds of adventures but home will always be calling my name and one day I will answer back.

♥ Chels




Work It

‘No, I don’t wear make up. Yes, I know that I have red spots on my face. No, your comments will not make me start to wear make up but YES I’m worried about what your comments could do to others in the same position so PLEASE people stop asking me ‘What is wrong with my face’.
I have a pretty thick skin and can use my smile to hide any anger I have towards people but for the next girl you might go up to and ask them these questions or comment about their appearance they might not feel the same way.
It might surprise you that I don’t wear make up or the fact that I could easily cover up the blemishes on my face but don’t. It worries me that people feel like they have to comment on my appearance because it is different to most others. It worries me that society almost insists that women/girls have to wear make up to feel confident/ it worries me that someone’s comments could ruin someone else’s confidence which then leads them to believe they now HAVE to wear make up every day.
A little reminder to those who forget that everyone is different. Nobody knows everything that is going on in each others life, especially a strangers. So please stop and think before you speak. I am worried about society and the impact words can have.
Oh and, there is nothing WRONG with my face. There is nothing WRONG with anyone else’s face either. It’s a personal choice whether someone wears make up or not and I admire whichever your confidence embraces.’

This was a Facebook post I wrote a year ago now. I remember clearly the anger I had fueling my fingers while typing this bad boy out faster than any fingers have ever typed before. It wasn’t an anger towards the people who said it to me though. It wasn’t an anger towards the way it shocked me time after time again. It was an anger towards what those words could do to others. The way that we see the world and the way that people treat each other.

I can easily say that no comment like this would make me change my ways. I am a bare faced red head going about her day with all freckles, pimples, baggy eyes exposed.

I can also easily say that I am literally IN LOVE with people that do wear make up. I am literally IN LOVE with those who don’t wear it too.

Have you ever watched one of those make up tutorials on Youtube and your mind was just throwing a damn party because it was learning so many things?! I mean COME ON! How did you get that eyeliner so perfect and your brows looking like an angel just swept on down and put those babies in perfect place. It is an artwork which they create, enhancing every detail until the end result is nothing short of amazing. I have a dismal amount of make up products in a draw in the bathroom which I use sometimes if I have an event to go to and feel like spicing it up a bit but I also know that if I get stuck, there are all these amazing ARTISTS out there which I can go to and give me a helping hand. Thank you by the way! You guys are the best.

I will tell you a few reasons WHY I, myself choose not to wear make up daily;

  1. I can not be bothered. I set about 8 alarms every morning and without a doubt, I won’t be getting my sleepy ass out of my bed until that last alarm finally gets me up. 15 minutes extra sleep? I thank you ma’am.

  2. I don’t know how to do it right. Is there even a right way? I could watch all the tutorials in the world but I still wouldn’t be able to get my contour ‘on fleek’.

  3. Self-confidence. You might be thinking ‘What is she going on about’ but honestly. If I decided to mix up my routine and start to wear make up to work. I would feel self-conscious about whether it looks bad or not. Is she judging me on how I did my eye shadow? Do I have an orange line going around my face? I bet there is mascara running down my cheek.

  4. I rub my eyes, lick my lips, touch my face way too much. I would make a bloody mess of myself before 11am.

  5. Listen here society… One thing that boils my blood more than anything is the perception that for a woman to be looked upon as ‘professional’ or ‘clean-cut’, it requires you to wear make up. Sure, a professional woman has every right to wear make up IF SHE FEELS LIKE IT but she also has every right to not wear it if she doesn’t want to.

    I know that make up has amazing benefits to people. It can make you feel empowered. It can help the confidence of so many girls out there and I LOVE that about it. I LOVE make up and everything it is but society has cast a dark light on it for those women who don’t feel comfortable wearing it. I can’t tell you how many times I have read articles or jobs advertised which ask for a clean-cut, impeccable appearance, professional applicants only to apply. At job interviews they judge the way that you look. The way you do your hair and the amount of make up on your face. Too little? Too much? How about judge us on our ability. On our qualifications and the manners that we portray. Do not let make up be a mandatory condition/requirement. This is my number 5.

Whichever you are, make up wearer or not. Please know that I am admiring you. I admire your courage, your self confidence and your ability of being totally you. You are allowed to shine however you choose, so lets all shine so bright.

♥ Chels

Maxi Blues

Do you have that one person in your life where whatever they do, something weird happens to them or they are just the unluckiest person? Stepping in a pile of dog poop on the way to a big interview or running into their ‘crush’ in the street not knowing that a bird above knew this encounter was about to happen and decided to time their toilet stop right on the top of that persons’ head at that very moment?

Well hello, hi, how are ya? I am that person for those who know me.

Weird things have always happened to me throughout my life and to be honest, it keeps me on my toes. Who knows what might happen, it is an exciting adventure for not only myself but those around me too.

ABDUCTED BY ALIENS? I’m up for that.

Maxi skirts/dresses… Oh yes, they might seem innocent and aren’t they just the comfiest piece of clothing a gal can wear, but man they can have a mind of their own. Have you ever been wearing a maxi with those slits in the side and wondered ‘Imagine if I get caught on something wearing this’.

Let me tell you, YOU CAN.

The first escapade happened when I was walking down the street with my boyfriend. There was a dog sitting patiently for it’s owner who had left it near a bench seat outside a shop. Ricky kept walking ahead of me while I stopped to say hello. Next minute I get up and start walking fast to catch up with Ricky and my maxi skirt got caught between two of the pieces of wood on the seat resulting in catapulting me backwards and almost ripping my skirt in half.
Embarrassing maxi episode number 1.
(This has happened multiple times since, oops! Just can’t get enough of wearing maxi’s it seems).

Number 2. Ohhhh number 2. I was in a huge shopping centre going down an escalator.

Yes I know what you’re thinking.

What could possibly go wrong…?

The corner of my skirt was getting eaten up between two of the escalator steps. Like a t-rex eating it’s favourite meal. I realised about half way down that it felt like something was pulling on my skirt and at that moment I have never been more determined to rip something in my life. There were people in front of me and behind me so there was no time to lose. I could see the steps starting to disappear in front of me and I knew if I got to the bottom, my skirt would be getting ripped off. Wearing the comfiest and ugliest undies I own, there was no way I was going to let the escalator expose such horror. I was turning green…into the Incredible Hulk and with a couple of super hero pulls, my skirt came out of the clasps of those escalator, t-rex teeth with a mighty noise and I happily skipped off the bottom with a laugh and a huge sense of relief.

I have been caught on door handles, tripped up stairs while wearing them and of course when it is windy, it is hard holding that much fabric down when holding a lot of shopping bags.

To my pals in the unlucky department, just letting you know that you’re not alone and we aren’t actually ‘unlucky’.
We are gifted at making every day an exciting one.

♥ Chels

25 Fun facts

  1. I only ever wear make-up when there is a special occasion on. I can go 6 months without putting a brush of anything on my face.
  2. I was TERRIFIED of dogs up until I was about 9 or 10 years old. Now you can’t stop me from saying hello and wanting to take home every dog I see.
  3. I had dengue fever in 2012/2013.
  4. I have broken my elbow, thumb a couple of times, little finger and I currently have a fracture in my sesamoid bone in my foot.
  5. I am not a fan of the icing on certain cakes. I peel it off like a weirdo unless it’s chocolate because let’s be serious, chocolate is the best.
  6. I started my first job when I was 13. I had 2 jobs by the age of 15 and then I worked 3 jobs at 17. I now only have one and work full time.
  7. I have double jointed thumbs.
  8. I have a sponsor child in Cambodia. His name is Hon Chandara and I have been sponsoring him for over 5 years now. He is amazing.598341_10151541475686959_401443478_n
  9. Smirnoff double blacks are my favourite alcoholic drink.
  10. I sing about everything. (I actually asked Ricky, my boyfriend for a fun fact about me and this is what he said haha!!)

  11. Orangutans are my favourite animal. Being called a ‘Ranga’ is in no way an insult to me. I LOVE them and I hope if I ever get to meet one in person, our red hair forms some kind of special connection. (Yes don’t worry, I know by now you are thinking I am a total nutcase)
  12. I always find myself having deep an meaningful conversations with strangers every day about the strangest of things. I love hearing people’s stories.
  13. I am scared of swimming. I cried at every swimming lesson at school up until grade 3. I still hate it.
  14. I don’t drink tea or coffee.
  15. I blush VERY easily about everything and anything. It is hilarious.

  16. Pinky promises are still legit to me. I will break your pinky…
  17. I have no piercings or tattoos.
  18. There is a chicken pox scar on the tip of my nose which looks like my nose is dented.
  19. I spoke about sexual health in front of a room full of sex educators at a seminar.
  20. I hate when people don’t use a capital ‘i’ in sentences. For example; ‘I don’t know when i will get there.’ Oh man it irritates me more than it probably should haha!

  21. I was chess champion in grade 6.
  22. I have never had my eyebrows waxed.
  23. I pick my nails when anxious/nervous.
  24. I smile all the damn time. Even in bad situations, you will still see me smiling. It is both a pro and a con.
  25. Weird/unlucky things happen to me often and it keeps my life entertaining.

    In my next blog post I may elaborate… Maybe.

Hope you found out a couple of new things about me. Leave a comment about some fun facts about yourself if you please. I would love to hear them!

Until next time,

♥ Chels.



I have been pondering on the idea of starting a blog for a while now. I even signed up and looked at the blank page for months but now I seem to have found a will to let the rambling in my head finally come out.

I love watching people, not in a freaky ‘I’m stalking you until you run’ way but in an intrigued and empathetic way.

The way someone looks at their friends or family.
The love between a couple.
The joy in the eyes of those experiencing happiness.
The excitement that a child gets when given an ice cream or treat.
I love to see people being kind to one another.
The passion that one gets when talking about something they love.
All these things make the world a little lighter and a whole heap brighter.

It isn’t always the good things that we see though. There are people with so much sadness in their eyes that makes me wonder what is going on in their life. I watch a persons’ body language to see how they react to certain words or situations and I always try to change something to make another feel a little more comfortable.
It is easy for us to oversee these indications every day. Whether you are walking down the street and see a person with their shoulders drooped and their eyes on the ground, or simply doing your shopping and there is a person struggling to reach a product on the top of the shelf.

We don’t know what might be going on in someone else’s life but you will never regret showing another person a little bit of empathy.

What happened to smiling at strangers in the street? What happened to having a chat with the person sitting next to you while waiting at the doctor’s? What about the cashier at the store you might be in? Why not smile and ask them how their day is because I can bet that they will appreciate not being treated as if they were a robot for at least one sale that day.

I don’t know when things changed in the world. Maybe they changed because scary things happen and it puts a doubt in our minds about trusting a stranger. I can totally understand this but I also wish that there was a way in which I could change it. The perceptions we have and the walls that we put up. They are all there for a reason, we think that we are protecting ourselves from something that might have the ability to hurt us but the words are always there;

‘Maybe’, ‘It Might’, ‘What if’

If we are constantly questioning what might happen in situations then are we really living in the moment like we always tell ourselves to be? When putting up that quote on Instagram and telling the world that we want to be better, do we ever follow through with those words? Or do we just make an excuse like ‘we haven’t got the time’ while we spend 4 hours of a night scrolling through social media.

One thing that I hope becomes more common in the world is kindness. So if you might be reading this I encourage you to smile a little more, laugh a little louder and love with all your heart. Try to stop questioning before you act upon an urge.


We need each other in this crazy world and every small act of kindness can create a bigger change.

♥ Chels