This side is most definitely different
It’s much closer to the end
What once seemed so far away
Is now irrefutably here

Days which once were numbered
Used to create such urgent fun
Now the deadline is closer
The party is pretty much done

The people who once were so close
Are now causing so much pain
The inevitability of ‘the end’
Is most likely whats to blame

If we make an effort
And communicate a lot
Maybe well get through this
And keep the love we’ve got


Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. (…) And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

  Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)

You could be a waitress..

  • Mum: I'm sure you'll get a waitressing job there
  • Me: Thanks Mum, you know I work in Business Development now right?
  • Mum: Yeah, but, you could always be a waitress
  • Uncle: Everywhere I went they had Australian girls behind the bar and waitressing, you could find a job easily!
  • Me: You know I owned a business for a few years.. I've got a degree..
  • Mum: You should get in touch with that friend of yours from high school, I think they had a great job at Taco Bell there, they could probably get you in too!

Dave the Jeweller

On my fourth day in Europe I’m walking down the tiny, cute, blue and white cobblestone streets of Mykonos when a car drives by and I’m forced into a store to allow it to pass. The jeweller inside asks me if I want an espresso. I don’t see why not, I havent met any locals yet. He makes it out the back of his store, and I cant help but worry slightly that he’s spiked it. I can’t really check, so I just drink it and hope for the best.
He has jewellers all around the world, including Melbourne. He’s a bit offended I havent heard of his store. He tells me about business, ‘No one will teach you how to be successful. You have to learn, and do it for yourself’ I start to like this man, we speak about our experience and he tells me I am intelligent! Sharp! It’s nice to swap stories in such an unexpected place!
He has a house by the ocean, and a yacht in the states. Says if I’m ever in Miami he’ll show me around. I say thanks. I’m heading off to another island today. He asks me to stay in Mykonos. He’s very rich, I can stay in his mansion, he’ll show me around the island. He tells me, ‘There are two important things in life: Good food, and good sex!’ I agree, but after he tells me about the amazing seafood and local delicacies he can show me, I decide I best be on my way. I carefully thank him for the tiny little coffee, my first ever espresso, and begin to say farewell. We continue to chat for a little longer, he tells me ‘You never know who you will meet, so you never know if you will have a good time or a bad time. All you can do is your thing, and make your own luck.’ His timing is impeccable. I head to the ferry office to find out where I should head next. Feeling positive and excited after having met such a happy and welcoming person, I board the ferry to Santorini.


Back pack on shoulders
Head held high
A blank canvas ready to be drawn
An effort to be so spontaneous, it’s almost planned.

The new friend you’ve known for 3 days
Feels like you’ve known each other for years
A heartfelt goodbye as you choose opposite sides of the fork in the road
New city, new you, blank canvas

A new party
A new museum
The next train to anywhere
Oh, is breakfast included?

Back pack on shoulders
Hair full of knots
Notebook scribbled, spilt on and worn
Full of fresh adventures with unlikely people

The first time is always a bit awkward

You have such an interesting perspective of the world. I like the way we see things differently. Same images, different interpretations. I like the way possibility, and positivity are a choice. It’s empowering. The good news is it’s a constant choice, so anyone can get involved at any time. If you don’t know how you can learn, it’s the beauty of it. Everything is in constant flux so we don’t hold onto things too tightly. If we learn from the people around us, giving value to the good they bring, and letting go of the rest, we all move forward in an enriched way. At what point do you realise you see things differently.. When you write it down? Or you recall an event with a completely different emphasis? It’s interesting, because don’t we really expect others to see what we see? I mean, It seems so real at the time.