“Realizing that you’re not really sure what “home” is anymore, because even though this is technically where you come from, you’re not sure you fit into the shape of the puzzle piece that you left behind. In a lot of ways, your time abroad felt much more like home, and maybe you won’t ever really feel settled until you can actually call it that — even if you’re all too familiar with how difficult immigration is. Being where you belong, maybe not today but someday, is something you’re willing to work for.”
Mutterings
Mindless Thugs
If anyone still thinks anyone should have sympathy for the people rioting in London check this out. You are mindless thugs – nothing more. You …
Hello Melbourne
Well I’ve finally arrived in Melbourne, and typically I’ve brought the rain. But after Brisbane and the floods this type of rain is easy to …
This is going to take some getting used to…
Well I’m back in Australia and it does indeed seem I’ve picked up some very British ways in the last decade. These are the things …
Crap blogger should write more… But I’ve got a great excuse – volcanic ash!
Well all I can say in my defence is that I’ve been run off my feet. Demanding clients, long documents of translations and other assorted …
The blackness of darkness forever
Ok so maybe I’ve ripped off Portishead for today’s update.. But frankly they wouldn’t mind.
I’m a grumpy producer but really sometimes can you blame me?
This week I’ve been grumpy and yes everyone has noticed. But you know being a producer isn’t a particularly easy task at times. You are …