Next week I’m off to Spain, a week after that I’m driving across the country with two of my favorite boys and the puppies, from Los Angeles – it’s back to Australia.
Goodness me… goodness me…
Excitement isn’t quite the word to grip all of the happenings around me, fulfillment is better.
Not only have I been rocking the shit out of New York City for six and a half years, I’m finding my way home in the exact timeframe I said I would. I have written so many stories and been paid in such a diverse mix of Writer gigs; the idea of tucking myself back into a little house somewhere in Brisbane to relax with the love of my life under a couple of mango trees could not be more enticing.
It’s been interesting observing American culture. Sure I grew up around here, but everything changes – I guess that’s part of the beauty of life. I’m excited to experience the changes that have happened back home since I’ve been gone.
One change I’m kind of ambivalent and confused about is the enormous social media blow up. I remember when I first came across blah-gs all those years ago and figured I should have one as a Writer. Plus it was a good distraction to update this every day while I lived out the ass end of my first marriage and put every strand of my DNA into getting to Manhattan.
This online exposure has evolved into a youtube culture of how many followers does she have and how many hits did this get. I’m happy for the crowd getting money in this scope, but I don’t like being a forced receiver of having it shoved down my throat. And I can confidently say, in this country, it’s shoved down your throat.
Since I was a little girl I imagined piling up my writing books plump with inky secrets that I only share with who I love the most. I’ve stayed true to this, even with some of my words showing up here or there.
Australia is one of the most far-away, silent stories I’ve lived. I can’t wait to get back. We’re flying out of LA 21 May – me, the puppies and him...
Tonight, and this weekend in general, I’ve been like (af)…
My sincere apologies for officially becoming the whack blah-ger who isn’t here on the daily. It’s not that my thoughts and energy aren’t excited about rounding out the whole Australia to Manhattan back to Australia circle, girl – it just takes a lot of bloody work.
Fortunately, as a light working species on this planet…
I totally got this.
I spent the St Paddy’s holiday weekend feeding boys corned beef and plotting, scheming, etc. In midtown, of course. April is set to be my last full month in the states. As a never say never’er… I’m sitting mad tight for like six weeks.
“We can skip small talk, let’s get right to the chase.”
i still. have
these memories —
(and this world)
in it. i found
a voice (that)
i never he(ar)/d
him and eye
not tell any —
one. and that
is how we
survive. it’s how
we get by
when he tells
me to(o) – listen
o (o) — it
loud. a language
of us. talk
we swallow these
can please (he/a/re).
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