Baby Weight

Disclaimer: I feel compelled to note that I don’t want or need anyone to reassure me about how I look or feel. The following is simply part of this fascinating pregnancy experience that I wanted to share.

If you’ve ever had an unhealthy relationship with food or weight (I know it can’t just be me, right?), falling pregnant carries a whole lot of scary realities. My history with food, health, weight, and body image is long and complicated. Suffice it to say that I firmly believed carbohydrates were evil from about the tenth grade. I was also convinced that the only way I could lose weight was to completely eliminate carbs. Would you like to know what’s completely unsustainable and utterly depressing? A life without bread.

My beliefs about food and my body were incompatible with living any kind of balanced, normal, social life, which led to a relentless cycle of short-term weight loss, cementing my self-worth to a number on the scale, an inevitable binging on all things hot, salty, and carb-laden, immense guilt and disgust with my failure, and an ensuing weight gain. It seemed that each time I repeated this cycle I gained a little more, until I found myself morbidly obese and unable to fully participate in my life.

I could write an entire book about my journey out of that dark place, but that’s not really what I want to focus on here. The really happy part of this story is that beginning in March of 2016, Donnie and I made a series of changes in the way we ate, exercised (as in, we started actually exercising), and the way we thought about and spoke about ourselves. If you are interested in the ins and outs of what that entailed, I would be happy to share with you outside of this post. We have continuously and successfully lived our new lifestyle for eighteen months, and the ways life has changed for us are honestly unbelievable. One of the amazing changes for me was the ability to get pregnant at all, which was generally impossible before.

After adjusting to the shock of finding myself with a little one on board, I realized that being pregnant meant I was going to gain weight. I have steadily lost weight and focused on my health and fitness for well over a year, so the thought of reversing that pattern immediately sent me into a tailspin. I became obsessed with my weight, a habit I had finally broken after years of obsession, and thoughts of the food I consumed swirled around my head all day. What harm am I doing my baby by eating this muffin? Am I dooming my baby to a lifetime of struggling with her weight because I’m still overweight? Was it reckless to even let myself become pregnant? Add in the terrifying message boards and internet articles I was seeking out, and I kind of lost it.

The reality is that while I am still technically overweight, I am a very healthy person. I walk between five and eight kilometers (3 to 5ish miles) almost every day and exercise four to five days a week. I eat a balanced diet full of protein and veggies and complex carbs (and the occasional Dairy Milk bar because life is fun). My blood pressure is appropriately low, my cholesterol is where it should be, my thyroid function is normal, my blood sugar is regulated. I’ve been living an intentionally health-focused life for quite a while, and the benefits are evident. I honestly don’t say any of this to try to make myself sound good, but more so to reassure myself that I’m going to be ok. Nineteen weeks in and I have a very normal, very healthy baby who is growing appropriately. Just because my BMI is still in a certain category does not mean I am incapable of being a good mother. That sentence may sound ridiculous to anyone who has never struggled with these issues, but it’s something I have to actively choose to believe every single day.

I still struggle with my food choices and my intense desire to limit my food intake. As I’m starting to really “show” (there’s an undeniable bump happening these days) I vacillate between intense excitement that a growing baby brings and disgust and fear with my reflection in the mirror. I constantly wonder if a passing stranger thinks “aw, pregnant” or “gross, fat.” (I realize it really doesn’t matter what a random stranger thinks, and most people probably don’t even notice or think either of these things, but these are the crazy places my brain goes on the reg.) Some days my guilt over feeding my increased appetite or giving in to a random craving weighs heavily on my heart, but most days I feel empowered by the good choices and healthful nutrients I’m consuming to fuel my strong and healthy baby girl. I’m lucky to be surrounded by supportive people who both encourage me and also refuse to let me wallow in self-pity or dumb opinions. This baby and I both have a lot of growing to do, and I speak for us both (is that allowed?) when I say we are so lucky to have our support network cheering us on.





Oh Baby.

I have been pregnant for just over four months, although it sometimes feels like maybe it’s been two years. For those who know me well, the news of our impending addition probably came as something of a surprise. Donnie and I were also pretty surprised, and it’s taken some serious adjusting. I’ve never really wanted kids. I know– not a popular stance to take. It’s not because I don’t like kids, (I am obsessed with my niece and nephew), I’ve just never been able to picture myself with a newborn. To be honest, I still can’t really picture it. But after spending Mother’s Day at the Sydney Aquarium this year, watching a bunch of kiddos running around and exclaiming over penguins and giant dugongs with their parents, something in me switched. I decided that maybe one day I could actually see us with a little one.

Not to share too much information, but due to some medical issues I’ve struggled with over the last ten years, I’ve been told it would be a struggle to get pregnant, if it was even possible at all. Armed with this knowledge, we decided we should give it a year before seeking more serious medical intervention. I was mentally prepared to have a kid around age 32. Well, if you want to make God laugh, just tell him your plans, right? Two days after this discussion and decision– our baby girl decided to settle in for the next forty weeks, scheduled to arrive only a few months after my 30th birthday.

I was completely unprepared for how awful the first fourteen weeks of pregnancy would be. I’m convinced no one tells you because no one would actually go through with it. Morning sickness is a stupid name for the unrelenting nausea and exhaustion that lasts all day, every day. I know everyone has a different experience, but I was pretty miserable for most of that first trimester. Donnie was an absolute saint through all of the tumult and made sure I had everything I needed. I can’t emphasize how little I did for those first weeks. I really just kind of hibernated from life while Donnie handled everything. It was the middle of winter here in Sydney, so our apartment was freezing (there is no central heat, insulation, or double-paned windows in this country) and there were days when walking down the four flights of stairs to go outside was too much to handle. I also cried, a lot. I actually first suspected I might be pregnant after sobbing uncontrollably to Donnie about Lucy (our dog who stayed behind in the US) and how I needed to fly home immediately to see her and how she wouldn’t remember me when we went home. (I took a pregnancy test the next day after I realised this wasn’t a “normal” reaction to seeing a photo of your dog.)

People don’t really talk much about the negative feelings that can come with the news of a baby. Some days I was terrified, most days I worried about something happening to the baby, and some days I just wished this wasn’t happening at all. Some of these feelings were the product of the tide of hormones coursing through me, and some were just part of the adjustment process. Now that I’m safely into my second trimester, I am much more excited about the baby and much more emotionally stable than I was at first, much to my relief. The vicious cycle of ambiguous feelings about the baby, followed by immense guilt that I even felt that way at all, followed by sheer panic… there’s a reason I slept a lot those first weeks.

I also had to cancel a trip to Thailand that I’d spent weeks planning with my bestie Lane (thanks, Zika virus) which was a huge bummer. Donnie and I had booked a week in a private beachfront bure with its own pool to celebrate our anniversary in Fiji, which happens to be another Zika-infested land, so that trip was forfeited as well. We ended up having a lovely holiday to the Whitsunday Islands in Queensland, but those were two trips I had dreamt of for ages and having to miss them both was a huge letdown. I was never willing to risk the health of the tiny one for a holiday, but that didn’t really make the cancellations any less disappointing.

Most days Donnie and I are still very unsure about how to actually be parents. Donnie has decided he is just going to “wing it” because “it can’t be that hard” (hahaha I’m writing this down so he can read this once we’re two weeks in) and the more I read about labor and delivery, the more firmly I decide maybe the baby can just stay in there forever. Sometimes we comfort ourselves with the thought that people dumber than us have been successful parents, so we can probably figure it out, too.

I’m really enjoying the four-month stage I’m in right now. I have lots of energy and my super-powered sense of smell has calmed down. I can eat again and I’ve picked back up with exercising, though not at the level I was pre-baby. I still have a disgusting excess of saliva (this is a real pregnancy symptom– who knew?!) and some annoying congestion, but for the most part my symptoms have departed. Donnie and I have been busy buying any baby book about wombats or Aussie animals that we can find, and we are now on a quest for adorable bear suits. (Priorities, am I right?) We’ve learned a lot more about the Australian health care system (standard hospital stay post-birth is four nights– hallelujah!) and we were fortunate to find a doctor we like and a hospital with which we feel very comfortable. Soon we’ll be shopping for prams, nappies, dummies, and bunny rugs. (Translation: strollers, diapers, pacifiers, and blankets.) Having a baby 9,000 miles away from everyone is terrifying in its own right– but luckily my mama is going to be able to come out for a while, followed by several other scheduled family visitors, which makes me feel so much more comfortable and supported. For now, we wait for our darling little girl to make her appearance.




I’ve really struggled to find the words for a post about my parents’ visit last month, which is why I really haven’t written anything lately. (I’ve also been behind on my school work for weeks, so there’s that!) I think despondent is the best word to describe how I’ve been feeling. They were here for several weeks (my mom stayed on for a bonus stay after my dad went back to work) and it was non-stop fun. We explored the Northern Beaches (where Donnie and I live), ate amazing food in the city, went kayaking and hiking, drank countess flat whites, rode lots of ferries, ate our fill of bacon and egg rolls and TimTams, walked across the Harbour Bridge, went snorkeling on the Great Barrier Reef, rode camels in the desert at Uluru, and cuddled koalas in Brisbane. It’s been a definite adjustment going back to “real life” since they left.


My parents are veteran travellers, and completely to blame for my travel obsession, so they wasted no time jumping straight into Aussie life and soaking up all this unbelievable continent has to offer.


I realized that my parents have shared in some part of literally all of my life experiences. They were there while I was growing up (obviously), moved me into countless dorms and housing while I was going to college in Evansville, visited me in England while I was studying abroad, moved me to Tulsa, visited my first-ever chaotic class of kindergarteners, moved me back to Nashville, let me move back in with them before I got married, and spent time in Donnie’s and my first home just hanging out, watching movies, eating dinner, and helping me garden. They’ve shared in every single stage of my life, emotionally supporting me, but also physically sharing in all of my spaces.



They make the effort to show up, whether in a classroom in Oklahoma or a castle in the UK– they always manage to be there for me. And now, Australia feels so much more real to me since they’ve trekked thousands of miles across the world to share in this new space. Part of me didn’t feel like this experience was fully concrete until they spent time here and understood the places I described, the food I ate, and where I spent my time. I don’t mean this in a co-dependent or needy way, it’s more that things just feel a bit brighter and more meaningful now that my parents understand my environment on a different level.


One of the hardest parts of moving to Sydney has been leaving family and friends. I get lonely sometimes, which isn’t fun to talk about, but it’s true. Talking and staying in touch is a particular challenge, especially when most people tend to put the responsibility on us to reach out. I am particularly grateful that my mom and dad make the time to call, whether for casual chats or long catch-ups, it means a lot. And now they understand the exact path I’m on when I say I’m walking to the bus, or what my apartment looks like, or how gorgeous the ocean is on a given day. There’s a privilege in being truly known, and I really can’t explain how grateful I am that my parents continue to make it a priority to know me and Donnie, specifically at this point in our lives.


While I’m feeling a distinct void since my parents have come and gone that I hadn’t felt before, I also feel much more grounded having shared this new home with them. Donnie and I are constantly revisiting the adventures we had together and laughing over the ridiculous things that happened. Maybe I’m getting old and sentimental, but memories are so precious to me these days. (It’s really nothing new. I’ve been a sentimental mess since I can remember.) Now that I’ve worked through my emotions on their trip in general, I can’t wait to share more of the details from our travels across the land down under! (And maybe they are already talking of a return trip, which I fully support.)

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The Red Centre


I wasn’t really sure what to expect when we arrived at Uluru. I knew there was a giant rock and a lot of red dirt, but other than that, I was out of ideas. After spending a few days in the Red Centre, I don’t believe anyone should visit Australia without making the trek out to Uluru. I’m also anxious to explore more of the area– perhaps even braving an adventure in a camper van!


After checking into the simple, clean, and spacious Emu Walk Apartments (part of the Ayers Rock Resort– the only place to stay) we grabbed a quick bite at the Kulata Academy Cafe. The cafe is run by trainees of the Rock’s indigenous training academy, and the students take their job seriously, while providing efficient service with a smile. After our toasties and pies, we met our camel guide Burt for the short transfer to the camel farm.


I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a camel in person before. They are much cuter than I was expecting! They were also much bigger than I imagined. After Burt described the curious manner in which a camel stands (from his knees to back legs up, then front legs) I was more than a little nervous to get on Nicko, my camel for the evening. Donnie went first– climbed into the saddle, held on, leaned all the way back– and his camel stood up in one quick, fluid motion. I breathed a little sigh of relief and decided not to be nervous. Nicko, however, decided to be quite stubborn, and I ended up holding my breath and leaning back for a solid three minutes while he burped, Burt rubbed his head and cajoled him, and eventually smacked his rear before deciding to stand. My heart was pounding through my chest! But I managed to stay on, and once we were up, it was magical.


The camels walked at a leisurely pace while we admired the scrubby landscape and Burt taught us more about the area and the camels. Surprisingly, the camels are caught in the wild and trained to work as adults. We also learned that when the International Space Station passes overhead, it is the closest neighbouring “town.” I’m not exaggerating when I say we were out in the middle of nowhere.


Being at Uluru was humbling. We learned a lot of the stories and legends passed down from the traditional owners, and it’s easy to see why country is so important. Uluru is a sacred place for the Anangu, and it wasn’t actually handed back over to them until 1985. Learning about the troubled history was challenging but necessary. It’s difficult to really understand the complex relationships that develop within a country that is not your home, but at the end of the day, it basically boils down to colonialism and the power exerted over original peoples by European “settlers.” I am really trying to learn more of the nuanced history, and visiting here helped in that regard.


The day after our camel adventure, we spent time within the National Park, walking up close around Uluru and soaking in the awesome power of the place. Several times we reached a resting point and just sat silently, all four of us just taking in the energy as we looked around in awe.


We also got caught in the rain, which is incredibly rare as they only receive approximately twelve inches of rain annually. Somehow this was not surprising since my parents were with us, and I’m pretty sure we’ve experienced rain in virtually every desert we’ve visited.


The small amount of rain was enough to force a cancellation for our field of lights tour, which was incredibly disappointing as the installment is only there for a short time. We made up for the disappointment with a few games of Bananagrams and some ice cream. While visiting Uluru may not be at the top of everyone’s Australian bucket list, I would highly recommend including it in a visit. The majesty of the land is hard to describe, but wonderful to experience. And if that’s not enticing enough, I’d go again just to ride the camels!




I’ve been reading some really great essayists in one of my classes at school this semester, which has had the effect of simultaneously making me want to write and also just leave it to the professionals. However, I really enjoy sharing bits and pieces of our Aussie adventure so I shall persist.


My best friend Hailey is the most goal-oriented person I know. She decides what she wants, breaks the process of getting there down into smaller steps, and then systematically accomplishes each step. It’s honestly quite impressive. I was lucky enough to spend a few days with her in Sydney last month on the tail end of her trip to New Zealand, and along with all of the fun and adventures we had, I felt a renewed sense of purpose and drive after her visit.


Between eating delicious meals, cozying up to kangaroos and koalas, wine tasting, and almost getting blown off the path between Bronte and Bondi, we chatted the way you can only chat with someone who has been in your life since 5th grade. Since living here, away from everyone I’ve ever known, I’ve learned a new appreciation for the comfort of conversation with someone who truly knows me. We talked about feeling comfortable in our own skin– the importance of being fit and strong, not so we look good on the outside, but so we feel confident and are ready and able to put ourselves out into the world. It’s hard to be vulnerable and take risks when you don’t feel good about yourself. We talked about the traditions and habits we want to start with our own families one day. We talked about finding peace with the difference in our politics and those of people close to us, and how crazy the world can feel these days. All of these conversations really helped me examine the alignment between what I want in the here and now and what I want long-term down the road.



One of the major things that came out of these reflections and conversations was the need for urgency– what am I doing today to work towards what I want tomorrow, in three months, next year, in ten years? Fitness is a big part of both my short-term and long-term goals. I want to be stronger so I can participate fully in life and not miss out on something because I can’t do it. I want to be fit and healthy so I can possibly have children one day (not now!). I want to be able to live a really, really long time with the love of my life because most days with him are hilarious and fun. I want to show up for my friends, both physically and emotionally, and that’s not possible if I’m not showing up for myself first.


I also realized that I need to do a better job of trying to stay in touch with the people who mean the most to me. It’s so easy to get lazy, to only chat when it’s convenient or you need something. Hailey has singlehandedly kept our group of college friends together for seven years post-graduation at this point– planning reunions and trips and parties that keep us connected and in each other’s lives. While physically visiting people is challenging for me right now, I can focus on other types of communication: texts, emails, FaceTime, and actual letters. I’ve made a real commitment to put in more effort in this area, because really I only have myself to blame when I’m feeling isolated or alone.


I have accomplished a lot since moving to Australia. Donnie and I have made vast improvements in our health and fitness, but we have both kicked it up a notch in the last few weeks and we’re feeling great about our new goals. I’ve started graduate school, which is something I wanted to do for years before actually enrolling. I’ve visited new countries and cities, and I have many more trips in the works. It’s easy, regardless of where you are in life, to get complacent and slack. Sometimes we need rest. We need to enjoy our rewards or focus on calming down at times. But right now I’m at a place where I need to extend, to set challenging goals for myself that will have a lasting effect on my life. It feels really good to feel challenged yet capable, pushed to your limits but able to see potential and possibility. Sometimes all it takes is a visit from your best friend to help you see what you really need.


Fixer Upper Down Under

A few weeks ago one of my best friends from college, Kami, came to visit for her 30th birthday. We had an absolute blast exploring beaches, enjoying a spa day, visiting the zoo, riding ferries, indulging in afternoon beachside sangrias, doing touristy things, eating gelato in the shape of fancy roses, and redesigning my apartment. She’s an artist and a design genius, so I took advantage of having her in Sydney to seriously improve our living space. That sounds like I forced her to work while she was on holiday, but I promise she was excited to take on the challenge of our small space and small budget.


The picture below was actually before we moved in, so imagine just the couch, a rug, and the TV with nothing else in the room.


Kami walked in and within two minutes rearranged the layout to make the room feel so much more defined (and not a configuration I would have ever even tried– this is why you call in the professionals!)


Once the room layout was solved we headed out to the shops to figure out how to decorate and fill in the gaps of missing space. I was pretty blown away by the results, especially considering we spent less than $500, including all new pillows and a new chair!




I am obsessed with this gallery wall she put together for me, especially because it is such a perfect balance of sizes, shapes, and mixture of materials.


What really brought the room together from being a random collection of furniture to feeling like a space designed with purpose was the little reading nook Kami created by pulling in a basket chair, side table, and some cute accessories. Not only does this seating area add a feeling of being “complete” to our living space, it’s super comfortable. My favourite piece in our whole house is this custom painting Kami did for us that perfectly captures the ocean and Aussie feel we wanted, without being too obvious.


Because she’s a creative genius, Kami also waved her magic wand and completely revamped our balcony for only $40! Small touches go a long way. We also got really cute little string lights, but those haven’t been hung yet.






Maybe the best part of having a curated and designed space is that we are enjoying our using our home so much more! I spend more time on the balcony because it’s comfy and cute, and we’ve also kept our living room neater because we love the way it looks. I also feel more connected to our apartment since it has so many personal touches now.

Huge shout out and thanks to Kami (of kami land design) for not only coming all the way to Australia to let me celebrate your 30th with you, but making our little apartment truly feel like home. I couldn’t be happier with the results of the “remodel” (as I kept calling it to Donnie, which just made him fear for the financial fallout… hah!) and redesign.






A Year in Review

One year ago today, Donnie and I got off our 17 hour Qantas flight with absolutely no idea what to expect. All I really remember from that first day was feeling super hot (it was -1C/30F the day we left Nashville and 36 C/96.8F the day we arrived in Sydney) and somewhat disoriented. We stayed in a hellacious granny flat for the first week we were here (you can revisit my recount of that lovely experience here) and it honestly took longer than I expected to really settle in to life Down Under. But after a year here, I have found Australia to be a wild, amazing place that I deeply love. I could write loads of serious insights into how different life is and how things have changed, but instead I thought we’d keep it light and fun with a few “Top 5” (or other random number) lists of different things we’ve experienced since February 14, 2016. Enjoy!


Top 5 Weirdest Things We’ve Learned to Say

1. Chockers (pronounced “Chockahs”): full up, crowded

For example, “Aw mate, I tried to get us a table at Beach Burrito but it was chockers.”

2. How you going?: How are you? (Never answer with actual directions, like “Oh I’m going to the shops.”)

How you going mate?”  “Yeah, good!”

3. She’ll be right: it’s OK

As in, “Are you worried about layoffs at your company?” “Yeah nah, she’ll be right.”

4. Flat out like a lizard drinking: super busy

“How you going mate?” “I’m flat out like a lizard drinking!”

5. Easy as/Sweet as/Aussie as: various uses

“Just ring up Donnie and ask him.” “Easy as!”

“I got two tickets to the rugby match.” “Sweet as!”

“I chucked two snags on the barbecue.” “Ah, Aussie as!”


Top 7 Trips We’ve Taken

1. Bali, Indonesia

2. Alaska

3. South Pacific Islands

4. San Diego/Nashville

5. The Blue Mountains

6. Brisbane

7. Melbourne


Top 4 Weirdest Aussie Sports

1. Cricket

2. Aussie Rules Football

3. Rugby

4. Netball


Top 6 Things We Miss from America

1. Lucy, the greatest little black pup

2. Central AC/heat

3.. Mexican food

4.. Trader Joe’s

5. Chick-Fil-A

6. Amazon (not even asking for Prime, just regular old Amazon)


Top 6 Foods Australia Does Better Than the US

1. Coffee (Neither of us has ever been a coffee snob, but after getting used to coffee here it’s almost impossible to go back.)

2. Chocolate (specifically Cadbury, though it is still not quite on par with the UK’s Cadbury which is the all-time greatest)

3. Thai

4. Pizza

5. Chips (as in fries. Also chicken salt is the greatest invention.)

6. TimTams (also known as the greatest biscuit ever made)

7. Hot Cross Buns


Top 2 Scariest Aussie Animals (spoiler alert: neither is a spider or a snake)

1. Magpies (You haven’t experienced true terror until one of these giant birds dive bombs your head and rips your hair from your head.)

2. Cockroaches (As if the giant gross bugs aren’t bad enough- they fly!)


Top 7 Fave Aussie Experiences

 1. Diving into giant waves over and over and over.

2. Eating fish and chips on the beach.

3. Sausage sizzle.

4. Climbing the Harbour Bridge.

5. Cuddling a koala (which was more like trying not to get clawed to death and less like cuddling.)

6. Seeing a koala in the wild.

7. Watching a movie at the outdoor cinema on the harbour (and an incredible bonus Chinese New Year fireworks show!)


It’s been a pretty unbelievable year. We are so grateful to our family and friends who make the time to stay in touch and keep up with us, even with the time difference and distance challenges. Cheers to a fabulous year of adventure and a whole new year to come!


A Home Divided.

I’m currently sitting on one of my balconies (yes, our new apartment has more than one– it’s delightful!) while Donnie grills chicken for our burrito bowls we’ll soon eat for supper. It’s absolutely lovely here: 27 degrees (80 fahrenheit), sunny, with a nice breeze coming off the ocean, and our friendly Cockatoo hanging out on the roof. It’s hard to believe that two weeks ago we were in the middle of winter!



We had a fabulous time visiting home over the holidays. I got to spend nine days in Carlsbad, CA (just north of San Diego) with my sister, brother-in-law, niece, and nephew at their new home having a blast at Sea World, Disneyland, and exploring their beautiful neighborhood beaches and hangouts. I also got to meet up with one of my best friends from college for a day of living out high school dreams in Laguna Beach.




I missed my niece’s eighth birthday on December 2, so I took her to Disneyland for a belated celebration. She’s been to Disney over a dozen times, but she still was so excited when we got off the shuttle that she couldn’t stop squealing and we ended up sprinting to the ticket line. It was a truly magical day.



After a week full of laughs, games of speed, trampoline time, and snuggles with my fave little ones, we all headed to Nashville the day before Christmas Eve. We walked off our flight to the best welcome home committee ever, including a giant poster of my face. (Funny side note: I saw the face as we were walking up and thought “Hah! That’s so funny and also embarrassing for whoever it is on the poster…. wait… that’s MY face!”)


Donnie got in later that evening after 17 hours from Sydney to Dallas and a quick 2 hour flight up from DFW. We all rendezvoused at our all-time favorite Mexican place, Las Palmas, for some much-craved cheese dip (which sadly does not exist in Sydney) and the always delicious LP Special (chicken, peppers, and onions over a bed of rice and doused in cheese dip). Donnie and I went back to his parents’ house to spend the night and have a reunion with our little black pup, Lucy. My in-laws are graciously keeping Lucy while we are in Australia and I miss her immeasurably. She was very happy to see us and promptly snuggled up on the couch with us, even when there wasn’t really room for her. All the puppy kisses and snuggles helped make up for all the tears I cried when we had to leave her.



Christmas was a whirlwind of family time, comfort food, and presents. We got to celebrate with both sides of our families which was such a treat. The highlight of my day was waking up to Ally and Burton (8 and 3) digging into their stockings and trying to hold off until all the adults made it downstairs for presents. My nephew gets unusually excited about clothes, and when he opened the t-shirt Donnie had picked out for him he squealed, “It’s got a kangaroo AND a koala!” Later in the day at my aunt’s house he paused while tearing into a giant package, looked around the room and asked, “Is everyone enjoying their presents?” He’s pretty emotionally tuned in for a three year old.

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After Christmas we got to spend time with our parents and siblings– enjoying game nights, a Preds game, more delicious food, shopping, and just hanging out. Donnie got to go to a Titans game with his buddies and we got together with one of our favorite couples to watch our only Vols win of the year when they trampled Nebraska at the Music City Bowl, followed by some fun out on Broadway downtown.



We rang in the New Year with some of my college besties and their husbands and friends, really fun games, too many jello shots, a music note drop, and a Keith Urban concert. (I was pretty convinced that if we told Keith Urban’s security guards that I lived in Australia he would let us meet him. Luckily, I didn’t test out that theory.)


Being home felt surprisingly normal. At one point I remember thinking, “That was fun when we used to live in Australia.” Falling back into old patterns felt seamless. And now that I’m back home (Australia home) it also feels surprisingly normal. The day we landed in Sydney we collected our bags (and our two amazing backpack beach chairs with headrests and cupholders that recline- thanks Mama and Daddy!) and took a cab back to Dee Why. We dropped off our stuff, grabbed bacon and egg rolls, showered and rested for a minute before heading to the beach. It was a perfect day and we soaked up the sun until we were too tired to stay awake and promptly fell asleep at 6:30 pm.


I have felt an acute loneliness since we’ve been back that I hadn’t really felt before. I miss my friends, my family, my niece and nephew. I miss being able to drive anywhere I want to go. I miss being surrounded by people who know me, who just get me, who speak the same and grew up the same and share my cultural identity. But I also simultaneously crave the slightly uncomfortable growth that I experience here almost daily. While in Tennessee, I really missed being surrounded by various accents and languages at all times. I missed the ease of jumping on a bus and being driven wherever I need to go. I missed being able to walk to the grocery or to shops. I missed my little apartment and my new familiarities. I felt a sense of relief the first day I boarded a bus, tapped my Opal card, and sat down to listen to a podcast while riding the 15 minutes to the mall. I suppose what I’m trying to describe is the bizarre reality of truly having two homes– two distinctly different places in which I feel both comfortable and also like some integral part of my reality is missing. While living here is not our forever plan, it really has become home over the last eleven months, and I think there will always be a little piece of my heart here.


Post-Thanksgiving Thanks


While Thanksgiving is officially over and it’s now time for presents and lights and trees, I still want to share a little about some specific things I’m thankful for this year. I find sharing our thanks to be a little tricky sometimes. When I was in fourth grade, we wrote in our journals at the end of every school day, and on Fridays we were supposed to write about things we were thankful for from our week and then share with our class. We had just put in a pool at our house and I ended up using this weekly reflection to brag about it. I wrote things like, “I’m thankful I can go swimming anytime I want” and “I’m thankful it’s warm enough to swim in my pool every day after school.” I kind of missed the point. As an adult, I still walk the line between being truly thankful for things and doing that annoying “humble brag” thing that is so easy to do. That being said, I spent some time in quiet reflection over the past week thinking over this year and all of the things, both seemingly positive and negative, for which I am truly thankful.

Alone Time


Before moving to Australia, I spent very little time by myself. I spent my early and mid-20’s living with roommates and spending most of my days with my students and my free time with my friends. After moving back to Nashville at 25, I was usually with friends, Donnie, or my family. I’ve never lived alone and I’ve always worked full-time in jobs with lots of human interaction. However, I spent the majority of the first three months we were in Sydney completely alone. Donnie went to work every day and I had no where to be. After a year and a half of working far more than 40 hours a week at a demanding (and perfectly wonderful) job, the change was abrupt and challenging. I read 47 books in three months. I felt incredibly sad and lonely at first, but gradually I began to grow into my new-found alone time. I explored our new city at my own pace, visiting museums and parks with no rush and no agenda. I started drinking tea on my balcony each morning while our street slowly woke up. I prayed, but not in a deliberate or specific way, more in just a casual, continuous conversational way I had never really experienced before. I improved my photography skills a little. Even after I started working part-time and going to school full-time, I still found myself spending the better part of my days alone. I use my alone time to listen to podcasts, read, write, and just think. I’m much more comfortable with myself than I have ever been. Silence used to intimidate me, but I now find it to be vaguely comforting. I’m much more aware of my mental and physical health as I spend time tuning in to my experiences and working through things instead of just blazing full-steam ahead and ignoring my discomfort or frustrations.

My Students


Connecting with students, whether my first class of kindergarteners (pictured above), high school seniors, or even college students, brings me joy unlike anything else. I’m so thankful for the hilarious, cheeky, curious little minds I get to engage with every week through my job. Watching as a kindy student makes the connection between all these sounds she’s learned and actual words on a page is inspiring. Coaxing a shy year five student into developing an opinion and putting his opinion into a structured persuasive essay is exciting. Building success with my little guy who finds school frustrating and who now looks forward to coming in for an hour after a long Monday at school because “this is fun and I actually learn stuff” is as rewarding as it gets.

Consistently Pleasant Weather


I’ve lived through the end of summer, all of autumn, all of winter, and all of spring in Sydney so far, and there has not been a rough season. Winter, while cooler, was still almost always bright and sunny, with our average July (the equivalent of January in the States) temperature between 18-20 degrees (64-68 degrees fahrenheit). I’m pretty sure every single day of April was sunshine and 76 degrees. Good weather makes me a happier, more balanced person. I spend so much more time outside every day and I no longer have to suffer through those weeks of cold, dreary, grey days that just suck all of my energy and joy. The sky here is usually this unbelievable shade of blue, just so vibrant and rich that it looks like an Instagram filter in real life. Living on the ocean is an added benefit, as the calm and serenity that I gather from the water is unbelievable. I’m grateful for all of the sun I’ve soaked up, the cool sea breezes, and a consistently lovely climate.


Thanksgiving is a time for traditions– deep-fried turkey and caramel apple sangria at the Conleys, Black Friday shopping (and an excuse to go out to lunch) with my mom, sister, and niece, watching football and putting up our Christmas lights at our house– and we really missed enjoying those things with our families this year. But Donnie and I truly have a lot to be thankful for in this exciting, adventurous season we’re living at the moment, and I feel it’s important to focus on what we gain instead of what we lose. This year we got to celebrate this holiday with friends from all over: the US, Australia, Ireland, Slovakia, and South Africa if I’m remembering all of the countries represented at our little expat celebration. We talked about our own family traditions and created new memories that we’ll think back to once we’re no longer in Australia. It’s a beautiful time and we’re so thankful for this wildly different and always changing life down under.



America Votes: 2016

I have cried so many tears tonight my eyes are all squinchy and red.

There will be no cute koala pictures in this post, but there will be a lot of honesty.

I proudly cast my absentee ballot for Hillary Clinton. I am not ashamed and I do not feel like I chose the “lesser of two evils” for our nation’s president. I believe that Hillary Clinton is a brave, strategic, educated, intelligent, shrewd politician and I believe that she was the best option for president of this nation. Full stop.

After today’s (or last night’s) election, it is apparent that my candidate of choice did not win the election. Donald Trump, a racist, xenophobic misogynist has won the election. I am in disbelief. But I also accept the democratic process we have in place.

After the 2008 election, my newsfeed on Facebook was littered with both excited and distraught posts. Some of my friends were energized by the new President-elect, and some were dismayed. I saw so many “I’m leaving America” posts and too many “that’s not my President” posts. Tonight, however, I witnessed something different. I read post after post (the election ended much earlier in Australia, albeit on the 9th, so I read pretty much everything once all my Americans had gone to bed) about hope and love and the importance of fighting for love and acceptance and freedom. I saw so much sadness, and a lot of fear, and more than anything, I saw love.

Tonight I cried so many tears for so many different people. I cried for my friends who are minorities. I cried for my friends who are LGBTQA. I cried for my friends who are women. I cried for my friends who believe in freedom. I cried for my friends who believe in the love that Christ taught. I cried for my niece who, at seven years old, sat in front of a TV and chanted “Hillary! Hillary!” for the girl she saw who had a legitimate shot at our nation’s highest office. I cried for my country.

Donnie and I had so many conversations over the course of the evening– how did this happen, what are different demographics showing in the polls, what does this mean for us and how long we stay in Australia, how do we talk about this to those around us, how do we pray and what do we pray for? There is an unbelievably large amount of information and reality that we must sift through over the coming months and days. There is much to process and decisions to be made that will have long-term effects on our lives. But above all, we must acknowledge that Donald Trump, a man who stands for nothing I believe in, will be the President of our home country. I do not take this lightly. Michelle Obama, in her eternal eloquence, said it best, “When they go low, we go high.” I will not go low. I will not join in fear-mongering or spreading of hate or disparaging our elected leader. Do I believe he was the best option for President? I 100% do not. But I do respect the democratic process and I will never stoop to the lows I’ve seen others take during President Obama’s tenure.

I will reach out to each and every person I know who may be feeling scared or threatened or endangered by this election to let them know that I love them, value them, believe in them, and will hold space for whatever emotions they may be experiencing. I will continue my fight for equal education rights and the ability for every student to go to college, regardless of their economic status, ethnicity, or zip code. I will pray for our country and our leaders and I will trust that God has a plan that is greater than all of us. This is all I can do right now.

I am unbelievably encouraged by the strength, unity, and hope I’ve witnessed in the amazing people I call my friends and family. There is no hiding the fact that I am devastated and terrified by what tonight’s vote said. America stood up and cried out against a large percentage of its population and this is not something I take lightly. There is so much work to be done. But I believe that we will process, we will grieve, we will fight, and that ultimately, we will rise.