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...

Ah, airlines

As I type this, I’m sitting in the international terminal at Fiji Airport, Nadi.  It is half past eight in the evening, Fiji time, which is four thirty in the afternoon Perth time, and I have lost track of what day it is as I appear to be traveling back in time.  If you’re wondering how Monday 23rd July was; uneventful, slightly cramped.  Both times. I’d like to have a pleasant reminisce about the last week in Tasmania (which was quite lovely – great company, nice change of pace/scene, got out and about and saw some beautiful, unique things – always good when your own country surprises you like that) but as I am in an airport, at the mercy of airlines and airline staff, it seems only fitting that I blog about flying. I’m a good...

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...

Leaving on a jet plane

As I write this, I’m lying in the spare bed in my friend Emma’s house in Tasmania.  I left Perth last night, without any degree of certainty regarding when I might return (I mean, yeah, the USA will boot me out after I finish my degree, but will I be back sometime during those three years?  It’s odd to leave a place – a place you’ve called home for so long, without really knowing when you’ll go back to it). I have a week here in Tasmania with my Emmy before I fly to the USA.  This is good in many ways, in no small part due to spending a tremendous week somewhere new and fun with my best friend (who I haven’t seen in ageees!).  She and her mum picked me up at the airport, and her mum spent the car ride fussing over me,...

Apartment Hunting – hip hip hooray

Initially, when I planned to move to New Orleans, an amazing opportunity fell into my lap.  My best friend worked with a guy from Texas who told her he owned several properties in the US, including an AMAZING house in New Orleans.  “It’s fully renovated” he told her “your friend can live there, if she likes.  I don’t rent them out because it’s too much hassle, but if she promises to look after the property for me, she can have it”. Ho boy, I thought.  FREE HOUSE!  At the time it did seem a little too good to be true, but what could possibly go wrong?  I met with him.  He seemed like an amiable, pleasant fellow.  He spoke about contracts and lawyers and things that lent an air of legitimacy to the whole proceedings.  It...


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