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pride. patience.

Sunday was Pride in New York City. We danced down streets and drank pitchers of margaritas on hotel rooftops, surrounded by rainbows and love.

I’m settling into my new situation of working remotely. Considering my office is a ten minute walk from my writing desk at home, and it’s in one of the most beautiful buildings in town – with a lovely set of fellow Writers; I don’t particularly mind attending.

That said, I like having my own schedule. Sometimes I’m not popping 9 to 5, usually I’m at my brightest around 6am. It will be nice to take a break of working in unideal timeframe.

I’m particularly looking forward to the stories it invites.

I realized lately that, while I don’t particularly believe in time, patience is a requirement of survival. I feel this way whether anyone is aware of it or not. There’s a level of patience and a level of tolerance that have become legitimate survival elements, particularly during this odd piece of history occurring on Earth at the moment.

I digress…

My favorite pard of Pride was when we marched with the Caribbean float. There were bikinis and feathers and some of the best music I heard that day, along with big shoes and beads.

If all goes to plan, I’ll be in Africa come September. The best thing about New York City, to be, is the cultural diversity – it’s the population. I’ve never been around anything like it, and it’s an honor to proudly say that as a midtown local of six years now – I’m part of it.

vikings. sunrise.

I spent last night sipping icy vodkas on a midtown rooftop with a viking. There were five of us all up, representing four continents.

I’ve already started the story… That said, my bloody writing section of this page is still a disaster from when I had a tanty and tore it down.

Lucky I’m being easy on myself, head shakes are all I can say about that. Soon to be sorted.

Summer changes my entire world. The decade-ish I spent in Australia was warm weather galore. The only rough thing about coming back to my beloved Manhattan was that I hate winter. I belong outside with bare feet. Preferably climbing a mango tree.

The viking doesn’t fancy the summer, he reckoned it was way too hot yesterday.

I also made a friend at our table from Botswana while I was on the roof last night; she invited me there for my birthday in September. I’m sure the climate in Africa will be a lush way to kick of this 39th year around.

I like that all of this occurred a ten minute wander away from my new writing desk.

I was up at 5am today to watch the sunrise. Once summer arrives, I truly worship every moment of it. It becomes even more precious when it’s taken away for about ten months every year. Some people like seasons, I basically prefer summer. Although autumn in New England has a life of her own.

It’s wonderful to feel better. The silence did me more good than I hoped for.

Tubby Yanks and Whore-o-ween

IMG_0105Americans are fact-proven the tubbiest mob on the planet. Out frolicking with my mates last weekend this was a hot topic of discussion, particularly at the movies. Continue reading

let’s talk about australia

forestAustralia is far. Continue reading

no coupons in australia

P22-08-06_13.26[1]I love living in Australia. It’s a laid back lifestyle, four weeks of vacation on top of public holidays is standard… the people are cool for the most part (let’s face it there are going be a few scaries anywhere you go)… and if you can afford to live on the coast (which naturally I can’t), I don’t see why you’d ever leave your neighborhood – except to go to New York City, of course. Continue reading

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