It's officially on my most perfect collection of gorgeousness... next week work time kicks off! This means black coffee every morning, clothing with creases, and word slinging in a whole new way. My job will involve mostly reading complicated things that genius-like people write about national transport happenings in Australia and breaking it down into language for the people. Yup... I take word nerd to a whole new level... I need to be back in...
Something that fascinates me about my Australian existence is being a day ahead of where a stack of my loyalties and loved ones lay. I have countless telephone conversations with my New York City tribe that include phrases along the lines of, "No for real, tomorrow's looking sweet... I swear..." The time change is a big part of what makes me feel distant from my life in the US during my Aussie stints. There's something about having my morning...
After three flights, four shocking airplane meals and two Augusten Burroughs books I am back in the land of down under! I'm a bit out of sorts and shall spend the rest of the day rolling around with puppies and being very lazy. It is a period of wild readjustment. I am already sourcing out a new writing nook in my present abode, the couch on the front porch is looking sweet... The weight of my energy is going towards completing a novel. Poetry...
Since hitting my year of posting people occasionally ask, 'So, what's your "blog" about?' And then I say something like, 'Well... it has some writing, words, and then there's New York City, oh and sometimes Australia.' People do blogs about electronics, or Hollywood whores, world news, etc. Not me. When I started this off I didn't even realize I was diving into this ambiguous information sharing method coined with the term 'blog'. Last night I...
My birthday in the city was amazing. Being my first birthday in the US for so many years like I've been saying, certain things hit me in hard, sneaky-like ways. There's someone in Australia that I don't really want to spend another birthday without. There are things that have happened in the past 12 months that have kicked me all over the place and spit me out in Queens. I have feelings about life yearning for paper but haven't finished...