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Sydney. It took in the hardest experience of my life while working on the farm,
which led to living in my favourite city in the world: Melbourne. I saw a good
chunk of Australia, then spent 6 months exploring South East Asia. It's been a
whirlwind, a glass case of emotion, a rollercoaster, a bunch of experiences
I'll never forget and always cherish. I wouldn't swap it for anything! Thanks
for reading over the past couple of years, you're all beautiful.
... buy pillows and food! And my yogourt conveniently squished as I was carrying it home in the bag so I had yogourt covered-bananas, carrots, tomatoes, lettuce, bag, pants and coat! Twas quite impressive!!! And then I dropped off my stuff and headed back into town for a nice hour long guided walk around the city to get oriented! Saw the cafe where Will and Kate met! (See right window of cafe) and then headed back to my residence and heard people ...
This morning we woke up to weather worth bragging about. The sun made us feel motivated today so we woke early, got ready, had breaky and made our way down to the town of Dunfermline. - Shopping?!: Yes, you heard me right...shopping! It was only at mountain warehouse, but still. Matt came out with a couple of bargains and I came out with a whistling kettle. This meant cup of teas when we wild camped, I was one happy girl. - Dunfermline castle ...
... he married my 4x great-grandmother, Elizabeth O’Hara. I also know that he either died or disappeared between then and 1847 as Elizabeth married again on 24th May 1847. Similarly, I wasn’t able to find a birth record for my 3x great-grandfather, John James Rose (John and Elizabeth’s son). From other records, I know that he was born in late 1841 or early 1842 but just haven’t been able to locate his birth or ...
... itself wasn't right either. Puzzled, we looked around until we realized the church we were looking for was on our right.
Five minutes late, we hurried inside, but were told by an elderly lady to wait a moment, as the congregation was praying. She informed us that the preacher this morning was a visiting preacher from New Jersey. I jokingly groaned and said 'We just can't get away!' Through the window of the door to the sanctuary I noticed that the middle pews were all draped ...