Two and a half years ago, I upped sticks and went to travel around New Zealand for a year. I stopped off in the USA for a couple of weeks to visit old friends in LA, fell head over heels in love with San Francisco (best place on earth) and forced an ex to endure the evils of Harry Potter World in Florida (muhahahaha!) I arrived in Auckland towards the end of September 2013, a fresh-faced backpacker determined to see and do everything there was to see and do in that sleepy little corner of the world. Continue reading
“Leaving feels good and pure only when you leave something important, something that mattered to you. Pulling life out by the roots. But you can’t do that – until your life has grown roots.”
-Paper Towns by John Green
On the 2nd May 2014, I stood on a bungy platform on top of a mountain, poised to jump. It was a freestyle bungy and I had somewhat foolishly elected to take a run up and dive off the platform. The drop was only 47m and I had done a bungy before, but nerves set in on my way up the mountain and my mind was desperately trying to convince me that to jump would be suicide.
After my last post about life’s gloomy spells, I thought it would be nice to take a leaf out of Ian Dury’s book and list the things that make me happy. And it is a long list, because I am very, very happy at this point in my life. Continue reading
We all go through difficult phases of life. It is par for the course. It might just be one particular thing – being made redundant or the breakdown of a relationship – or the whole kit and caboodle where all of life’s doors slam shut at once. It can take anything from a few days to a few months before that elusive window the cliché promises will fly open, and you can finally breathe again. It will open eventually, I promise. In the meantime… Continue reading
One of the greatest things about the random shuffle of world travel is the people you meet. Izzy, a French-Canadian foodie and tennis enthusiast I met when I first moved to Sydney, has a habit of pausing in the middle of the action to sigh and say, “Life.” It always struck me as hilarious and poignant in equal measure. What can we do, as humans, except hold up our hands and surrender to Life? I don’t believe in a divine higher power, but it is humbling to acknowledge there is very little, with the exception of our own behaviour, that we can actually control. Continue reading
Female double acts are hard to come by in film. I can think of three off the top of my head; Susan Sarandon & Geena Davies (Thelma & Louise), Sandra Bullock & Melissa McCarthy (The Heat) and Marilyn Monroe & Jane Russell (Gentlemen Prefer Blondes). I’m sure if I thought harder I might be able to wring out a couple more, but equal female lead billing is exceedingly rare. Continue reading
“You all have got to stop calling each other sluts and whores. It just makes it ok for guys to call you sluts and whores. Who here has ever been called a slut?”
-Ms Norbury (Tina Fey), Mean Girls
I read Cheryl Strayed’s heartbreaking and heart-warming memoir over Christmas. I was unable to put it down, enthralled by her bravery, unflinching honesty and visceral pain. If you pick it up expecting another Eat Pray Love (as I naively did), you are in for a short sharp shock. It is a book I continue to recommend to everyone, because I think everyone should read it. It is beautiful and inspiring and uplifting. Reading it made me want to be a better person.
My posts this month will have an F-word theme to honour the month of February, which mercifully puts an end to January, always a naff time of year as far as I’m concerned. No matter where I am in the world, those pesky January Blues get me every time.