Thirteen Days

I have been in America thirteen days.  In that time, I have (with a large amount of assistance from  my mother – i.e., she did it all) purchased a house, rented temporary housing, bought a car (more on this later), met some awesome people, drunk all the wine, lost one of my favorite necklaces, written drunken poetry in a bar where they were playing True Blood on a projector screen, almost crashed into an Entergy truck, gone to a night club dressed as a slutty Hogwarts student, played with a ouija board, gotten a flat tire, petted some kitties, made a complaint to the attorney general’s office and been bitten by roughly 7000 mosquitos. I left it too long to blog due to the extreme amount of STUFF I’ve been packing into my days.  All I can tell...

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...

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...

Introducing AmeriKia

I am terrible at starting blogs, because opening lines always seem contrived.  Nothing is as contrived as an opening line that draws attention to its own contrivance.  Damn.  I always screw this up. It’s Thursday night.  On Monday at midnight I leave Perth, Western Australia, where I’ve lived for fifteen years to start a magical new life in the swamps of Louisiana.  Only not really the swamps.  And probably not that magical.  We shall see. This blog exists to document my observations about life (as an outsider/dirty filthy foreigner) in the south of the United States.  It’ll also serve as a general log of  the frustrations and foibles involved in an international move, life as a grad student and life as a single mid-twenties Australian...


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