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Because it’s me… also Australia

After switching all of my plans and extensive $12,000 puppy relocation efforts… I made an executive decision.

Australia or bust kids…

While living close to Europe for so long, whisking in and out in a seven hour blink, has been divine… I’m not yet prepared to retire on the southern coast.

I’ve been excited to go home for too long. Therefore, the furry creatures and I will leave New York City for a drive across country in two weeks.

I will endeavor to have my blah-g fixed up in time. Once I get back to Oz, I’ll have heaps of time to bring things back up to scratch.

Being in Manhattan over six years, I’ve barely had time to sleep…

Damn. Time flies when you live in midtown. Real talk.

I can’t wait to start my new phase of life with husband number three somewhere in the tropics. I found a job that looks like it will stretch my brain right in a neighborhood I’d like to reside. I’m going to write them a letter and see what happens.

I feel like I’m running as fast as I ever have, while being as still as I’ve ever been.

Strange things always happen when it’s time for me to bounce across continents…

I haven’t really been around to talk about my life in a minute. Here’s to what lies next…

but it’s ok…

Three husbands at 39 is a lot…

Everything I haven’t said in Interfuckville is inked.

Love and light, good luck… more soon

let’s move to SPAIN

Goodness me… I’M MOVING TO SPAIN!

Last week I spent the week spinning through southern Spain with my husband wandering and whispering wonders. And together we made a decision… let’s live here.

So Australia, my land as carved in my heart and defined on my passport, will wait. The next adventure for the puppies and I tastes like tapas and smells like sea salt. In a few weeks-ish, we’ll pack up and move into a house where I can see the ocean from my bedroom and feel the waves in my lungs.

After six years of hustling, everything will slow down. I am entering a new wave of Self with my soulmate. It’s indescribable. New York City was a sea of inspiration. Though I certainly retreated from my online presence, the ink in my books seeps through pages. I literally haven’t stopped since I’ve arrived.

When I left Australia, I knew I was entering an incredible challenge. I succeeded. Now Southern Europe awaits. I’m relocating to Sotogrande where I will kiss the sun and weave together words in an entirely new world.

I feel prepared and spiritually centered. Sure I don’t speak Spanish, I’m learning. Of course, I have to have my box of belongings that I shipped to the Gold Coast back home in Queensland picked up and sent to Spain – but anything straight forward simply doesn’t align with my nature.

All I want is to settle in love with my unbelievably amazing husband. So when he turned to me in a park in Algeciras and said, “Darling, I know Australia is your home, but perhaps, for some time – we can live together in Spain…” I smiled so widely the starlight reflected off the white of my teeth.

I spent the next day on the beach, staring across to North Africa (a short twenty minute ferry ride from my new residence) and settling into my new reality – starting the next cycle of my life with my two creatures and life love in Spain.

mood AF. ode to bey.

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.”

The puppies are like 87% clear of the great Aussie exodus. Two babies, one Spanish viking, a few notebooks and some cASH.

“Tell me something, where your boss at? The ladies up in here, they like to talk back.”

In closing – I love that Bey is touring with her man but the objectification of women on Earth continues to distract me sometimes, as much as I endeavor to avoid screens.

We all know Bey is completely hotter than her man, but somehow what he’s doing gets more attention. God bless the tour.

Anyways, also… Krishna Das:

stay blessed give blessings.

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