When you wish upon a star…

I’m currently spending a month in New Zealand, mainly the South Island. 

I knew enough to spend a decent chunk of time in Queenstown. 

Like, a full week. 

Queenstown, the adventure capital of the world. 

I was not disappointed, and I had the most fantastic week there. I didn’t do any of AJ Hackett’s crazy activities. I did eat a Fergburger (two, actually). I didn’t do a sky dive. I did hike to the top of Ben Lomond. I didn’t swim in the lake at night. I did drink cocktails from a teapot at World Bar. 

As most travellers in Australasia do, I was looking at ‘book me’ for deals in things that I might be interested in. And I found one. The highlight. Stargazing at the top of the skyline. 

Ever since I was a little girl I’ve loved looking up at the stars. As a sixteen year old I chose to study a physics a-level, and one of my favourite holiday memories is looking at the stars from the deck of a ship in the Arctic circle. 

Queenstown star gazing took my breath away. You could see the whole milky way- there was almost no light pollution. When looking at the stars, I cannot comprehend how people could consider that there isn’t anything greater than us. A greater being. 

In the psalms(147:4), David writes ‘He counts the stars and He knows them by name‘. When I let that settle in, it blows my mind. As a Y2 teacher, we did a topic on space, and as we learned together (!) we discovered that there is more stars in space than all of earths grains of sand. Indescribable. In Genesis (1:14) there is a throwaway line ‘He also made the stars‘. Our God is that big that creating the immeasurable amount of stars was no biggie. Looking up at the night sky and the infinite beauty it holds reassures me in the love my Father has for me. Why wish upon a star, when you can pray to the one that created it?! 


Fast forward

Wow. It’s mid March already. Great New Year resolution IMG_0041.JPGRach!

Things have changed significantly since I was last here, I’m currently perched on a top bunk in a dorm room of eight in the sleepy ‘town’ of Franz Josef, which today, is engulfed in a cloud. But still, life is good and I’ve got a fair few thoughts that I want to share. Bear with me…




Seven years. A lot has happened in seven years.


Seven years.

Seven years ago I got off a plane and landed in Sydney. I was sixteen, and when I returned home I told my parents that it was the best three weeks of my life and that one day I would return.

Flash forward to now and I’m in Sydney. I’ve been here four months after booking a one way ticket: I have a bank account, phone contract, great friends, favourite hangouts and a postal address here.

I love the lifestyle, the food, the people and the beautiful things to see and do here, and the last few months have undoubtedly been some of the best of my life. Moving here was probably the best decision I ever made.

I have found true independence, learned to enjoy the luxury of my own company, picked up copious parenting tips, gained an appreciation for good coffee and distain of the not so good (become a coffee snob) and gained confidence in new and international friendship circles.


In 2017 I will return home. 

I am having the time of my life, but I anticipate with excitement returning to those I love. I have learned to look for the joy in every day, and I plan to use this blog to document 2017, the highs and the lows and finding joy in the journey.