Part of my logic behind bouncing out of Australia is because, as a fussy, temperamental, writer I'm overly sensitive to environment. At the moment I'm locked away in the middle of the forest awaiting some voyages into town to swim in the opportunities I believe only New York City has to offer. My cousin, like myself, has his own artistic talent he's trying to make happen in attempt to avoid the spiritual decay of having to carry out a 'career'...
I consider every human being my family... as hippy-esque as this might sound. At 31 years old, you can't change who you are. Putting this aside, we're still born into a particular circle. This time around my circle contains a Sicilian/Polish mother whose grandparents are literally straight off the boat and a German/Pommy dad whose family is a bit more of a mystery... but it's safe to say, we're generic Yanks... a European mix with interesting...
In order for me to earn my keep Mom said I had to pick up sticks... so yesterday was a day of stick picking, trying to un-jetlag myself, and chipmunk stalking. After that was all said and done, believe it or not... I was writing!! What a way to spend an afternoon! All the while I thought to myself, surely this is the way it's gotta go down? I mean... it feels natural. Every day passing makes me a bit nervous because it's one day closer to...
Autumn is rocking my world. When I left Brisbane the Jacarandas were just starting to bloom. So far they're my favorite tree in Australia, something about purple flower leaves is lusciously electric. However... since I am a bias New Englander / autumn baby / Halloween worshiper ... they don't hold a candle to anything like this - Reds and oranges and yellows and greens are dressing my world in a season I can't get over being away from for so...
After twenty some odd hours in the sky, rescheduling my flight from LA because of delays, and nearly losing my luggage... I arrived in town 45 minutes early. I stepped outside and tried to bum a smoke off some chick, which is odd because I don't smoke cigarettes... She tells me she can't help me out when some incredibly gorgeous Middle Eastern man with an accent you want to swallow dressed like he's straight off an Italian catwalk offers me a...