Stay Classy Canada!! xox
This is the view of the city and the Swan River from Kings Park. Kings Park is the biggest inner city park in the wholeeee wide world. It’s big and confusing, but really pretty.
Every single time I try to take a decent, front facing jumping picture I end up sucking air. So typical - Anyways, this is me on a beach. The beaches in Perth are unreal. On this particular day I saw a Sting Ray- but hey, no worries I did a little better than Steve Irwin and got away … ( too soon?? ..never)
I went to a Mexican party and showed them all how to funnel. ( I realize some people may not approve of this picture, but some will be bloody proud.. so it evens out.. )
there lived an ocean
Hi Friends,
As you all know (or should know, or Im concerned about our friendship…) I have moved out of Tasmania and onto the city of Perth which is in Western Australia. I made the move three weeks ago now with 5 others from Tasmania, all Irish kids. After a quick and pretty fricken amazing stop in Melbourne we got right to Perth and started our job hunt, I got real lucky and found one after a couple of hours. Halo is a fine dining restaurant located right on the beautiful waterfront in Perth. We serve mostly seafood and a hella lot of wine. Everything about this place is perfect, or is supposed to be, including the wait staff… so we all know how that is going for me, haha, Im trying really hard, and sometimes it is good fun, but sometimes it isn’t - all with time, right? Anyways, the hours just aren’t enough to keep up with my lifestyle so Im on the hunt again. I am still planning on staying at Halo in the evenings and for some lunches, but also looking for another part time job. ANYWAYS- that’s the boring stuff.
For two weeks I lived with the ever lovely and wild Kristen Charlebois from Jasper, it was SO much fun, the girl is near as crazy as me, and only 18 so you can just imagine. After two weeks it was time to get sorted into a hostel and head back into the lifestyle of less showers, more sweatpants and good chats with my irish friends AND of course meeting all kinds of really cool people from all over the world again. We ( me+ the irish ) tried to find a flat or a house to live in, after finding my absolute dream house, with a LEMON tree in the backyard we realized we cannot afford to live here haha, so hostel life it is for a couple more weeks.
…… which leads me to the most exciting thing to happen to my life in the last couple months which is that my girl Laura from Melbs is moving to Perth next week!!!! Im beyond excited. Hopefully we can get into a house and just share a room for a month or so and save (crossing all fingers and toes) some money.
Anyways, thats the basic stuff. Sorry I’ve been so slack I really can’t be bothered much to think and write, and then read over again… but I guess you kids are worth it, minus the editing bit, defo’s not doing that.
XOXO
These are my Swedish friends. They are massive.
Most of the girls that live here. :)
Bobbin for apples
Brittany turns 22.
My friends are actually amazing. I completely forgot to upload this the week of my birthday but watch it now if you haven’t! Thanks to everyone who made a video or tried to, you’re all so so spectacular.
A girl living in poverty.
Hello, my name is Brittany Moore and I am living in poverty. Ha, no really though. This is so funny. I’m 22 years old, 3/4 way through my undergrad degree, in Australia and poorer than I’ve ever been before. The best part about it, I have NEVER had so much fun in my life. Life on this little hill can be pretty stressful, trying to make rent/ find work and stay sane around these people (that’s a joke). There are moments when I get so stressed thinking holy hell I’m trapped on this little island and I actually can’t leave. But it’s the little reminders from mom and everyone else in the same situation that make those moments seem silly.
Last week we had a friend Maria, she lived in our room and made us all so happy. Maria was that chick you would expect to find in these places. A proper tree hugging hippy who juggles and doesn’t eat me. Maria after a $20 day of strawberry work thought it would be a nice day to sit by the river and just split a couple cider, we went and did just that, it then turned into a legion party. We chatted with some old Tasmania blokes, they fed us crackers and have us heat from their fire stove. Then they gave us a marrow vegetable thing (that they had used for a decoration) told us how to cook it and bam I had one yummy dinner, all compliments to the old men at the r, s&a and helping out the poor.
As sad as that little story may seem for you people reading, it really isn’t at all. I now know a great new, very cheap meal, new old men friends and a legion to run to when I’m cold.
Living in poverty is kinda fun.
Oh and Maria, she went to WOLF basically work for free accom and food. Soon she is going to some crazy organic village to frolic with sheep and swim in the naturally heated pool.
Work sucks: raspberries are near dead and done with, so strawberries on our day off it is. I swear I made more money pickin those stupid things when I was 16 . We are hoping to get on an hourly job in the next three weeks. Please send happy Brittany money vibes :) nah, all is time.
Next stop is still supposed to be Perth but that may just have to hold off a bit longer.
Our raspberry farmer is taking us on his boat this Thursday. This will be fun.
We watched Wolf Creek last night. That was stupid. It’s about 3 backpackers that are murdered in the outback. It’s a really very true story. Ha. And now I’m excited to see the outback. Watch it if you have time and think of me
