I’m finding casual slurs are a regular part of life here in Sydney. On television, in conversation, as a funny retort or affectionate pet name. WOG is most frequently uttered, thrown around as a noun or an adjective, all depending on what sentence structure asks for.
Asian tourists, as the exception, are the one constant of diversity I’ve regularly seen. Perhaps it’s living where I live in Sydney, and not in close proximity to Australia’s aboriginal community, that I feel the only other brown person I’ve seen is my smiley bus driver who waits for me as I sprint through the rain. Read More
Somehow, in some way, my adventure down under has already reached the one month mark.
The first 30 days have passed in a whirlwind (or as my friend Flora would say ‘world wind’) of home-hunting, job applications, interning and finding my way around Sydney via any of its infinite bus routes.
It’s been dappled with side-splitting laughs, terrible dancing after $10 margaritas and entire days spent in swimmers. Long drawn out croissant meetings and daily walks by the ocean, silent time to pray (or meditate, whichever word floats your spiritual boat) and a lot of time talking with the hearts I left at home. Read More
Four months after the fact and I am finally reminiscing on the glorious weekend Ross and I spent in Paris for my birthday. We ambled around the city using only a 1999 guidebook as a map, an idea borne out of doing the same thing with my sister the year before. Unlike my older sister, Ross did not dramatically throw the book to the ground and take a nap when times, and directions, got tough.
Instead, we poured over the book at breakfast, trying to figure out our next path. We left phones on silent, away from scrolling fingers and itchy attention-seeking social media needs. We drank many bottles of red wine, stopped frequently for pastries and spent a lot of time slightly awestruck at our fortune and Ross’ sunburn. Read More
I’ve never been one to have a story. For a long time I felt like a jumble of character traits, thrust into a body and sent to traverse the world. I loved to read but also to shout and jump and run. I was wildly sensitive and yet outrageously brash. I was gifted with cosmic confidence affording me phenomenal friends and easy school years, but crippling self-awareness that meant each interaction would need hours of internal examination. Read More
When any friend asks for London vegetarian and plant based recommendations, I am more than happy to oblige. Over the course of four years I sunk too much a lot of money into investigating where the best raw dessert was crafted or the creamiest turmeric latte brewed. I paid special attention to the establishments that made vegan donuts. Read More
From ordering food to ending a relationship, I flap, I fluster, I flurry.
Ten words changed this pattern of behaviour. Two sentences that keep me aligned with my truth and honouring the intentions I hold for myself. Read More
Transition: The process or period of changing from one state or condition to another.
And it made me think, what can I do to ground myself? What can I have in my back pocket when my brain gets fuzzy and my voice a little shaky? Read More
What did you come here to do today? Did you come here to be better? To push harder? To grow stronger? What did you come here to do? Read More