The Eagle Has Landed

So, I’m in New Orleans. I’ll keep this brief as I estimate that I’ve had roughly 8 hours sleep since arriving here at midnight on the 23rd.  Which is not enough hours sleep.  I’ve also consumed the grand total of a salad, six cookies and a strip of bacon.  I call this ‘the moving to a new country diet’.  I’m fairly sure I’ve lost weight.  TRY IT TODAY! Turns out jetlag plus starvation plus insomnia plus stress creates a strange kind of delusional euphoria.  I was wandering around Canal Street on Tuesday, with the intent to procure a cell phone (achieved!) and a bank account (not achieved!), basically off in my own little world and occasionally talking to myself.  A guy covered in red food colouring (I assume it was...

Goodbye, Perth

It’s weird to leave a place you’ve lived for 15+ years.  I moved internationally when I was younger, and even that was a huge adjustment.  It was strange to leave the friends I’d grown up with.  But I was younger.  I knew I’d meet kids through school, and I hadn’t yet hit puberty so I had that whole bonding-with-your-peers/teenage rebellion thing to go through.  In hindsight, it was an easy enough move, even if the adjustment time was still substantial. But now I’ve left behind the friends I made in highschool.  The friends I really grew up with.  The friends I worked with, who grew into the friends who were there when I needed them most.  The friends I met out when I was drunk and partying, the friends who transcended that...


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