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...

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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