Hi! So in the spirits of my first blogging attempt, I would like to formally introduce myself to the blogworld.
My name is Stacey Caroline Chore and I am a Kelowna, BC born and raised girl with strong country roots and a big city attitude. My life has been pretty insane so far and the things that I have seen and experienced with my wild and insane family and friends have been crazy to say the least. I started this blog to document my deepest passions, thoughts and adventures to anyone who would be so inclined to read about them. For my first post, I'll just let everyone know just a little bit about my life.
Being born and raised in a beautiful paradise such as Kelowna, I can honestly say that I feel so fortunate. After my first 12 years on this earth, my career superwoman of a mother was transferred to Ottawa, ONT where my life changed. Previous to this, I was a pretty normal child, with a pile of brothers and sister and an active lifestyle. I had early passions for soccer, dance and music. Vivid memories of being in our 1990 Ford Windstar (it was a beast) singing at the top of my lungs to god knows what (most likely the melodic sounds of No Doubt or Garbage or something else in my rebellious teenage angst-y sister's repertoire). Throughout these highly underrated vocal performances, I would stare my 7 years older sister in her eyes with her looks of 10 seconds away from her strangling me or ripping out my tongue. Either way, I loved to sing.
But back to the big move, I was at the absolute worst age to be the quintessential "new kid". My first day in a new Grade 7 class and I was mortified. 3900 km away from everything I knew, I hated Ottawa and felt alienated by these new children in my classes. What was worse was this was my first real experience with girl bullying. Luckily the cyber age was in its infancy and there was no Facebook, but we still had some forms of internet outlets for abuse. For 2 years, I endured cold and gutless hounding by teenage girls until my family decided they would try Edmonton, AB as our next stop on our cross-Canada "culturing" tour. As much as I endured this form of abuse, I did meet some great people in this city, including one of my best friends, whom I still keep in touch with.
Edmonton wasn't as bad. The girls were decently friendly and I made friends much better, as Ottawa taught me to be more open and outgoing when it came to new people. However, it was now males that were giving me a hard time. I didn't know what it was about me that seemed to spark the bullying but it was becoming a pattern. I stayed strong throughout the year and channeled my passion into soccer where I thrived and met some more amazing people. Finally in April of 2005, my family decided that they were sick of the Edmonton frost and it was time to head home. Kelowna, I had missed you.
It was a sunny June day when we drove around the bend from Vernon to Kelowna and I saw tears stream down my mother's face. We were finally back home. True Kelowna locals out there know this feeling, that wherever you are in the world, you know that in this amazing and beautiful valley we have something special, almost magical.
My experience throughout high school was amazing. I met lifelong friends that I can say I will never let go of. These people are extraordinary and beautiful people that live the most epic and amazing lives. I met people that I had amazing connections with and my love for music came back to me when we started to jam out in our friend Nelson's garage. But as contemporary society instills, I decided that once I graduated, I would go to college. I always had a knack for school, as I loved to learn and even more, loved to be right, which I often decided I was. In elementary school, my mother recieved numerous calls from my grade 1 teacher who would send me to the Principal's office for calling her out on being wrong during class. I really was a treat of a child.
After high school, I attended the University of Victoria in Victoria, BC and my journey into my amazing 20s began. I met more lifelong friends, fell in love, was heartbroken, fell in love again and experienced a wave of challenging tests, emotionally, mentally and physically. At many points of my undergraduate career, I considered quitting and coming home, admitting failure and moving on, but I pulled through. Five years later on my last drive to the ferry as an islander, tears were shed at the end of this chapter of my life. Presently, I have become a strong, independent woman and have found a passion in science, specifically in alternative medicine and overall health and wellness.
Now I am back in my lovely home of Kelowna, and loving every moment of it. The hot summer sun graced me with her presence last week, welcoming me back to our mini Kelownafornia paradise. With a degree under my belt, I am ready to pursue the next chapter of my life with many hopes and dreams in my head. Music is my first love and always has been, and just recently I have been trying to become more open about that passion. That is where Country Lily comes from. Since I was young, I have had a soft spot for country music and I have always felt like I have had a connection to it. Lillies are my favourite flower because they remind me of my dear Grandpa, whom I loved and cherished with all of my heart. He always believed in my greatness and I aspire for the rest of my life to always make him proud. Now that is a bit (lot) about me that many people don't know, even some of my closest loves so there you go. I hope you enjoy my blog and I will start working on my official first countrylily post this week.
Cheers babies!
S.
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