Sunday, December 11, 2005


In the last 24 hours, I've had to say goodbye to eight really good friends, two houses, a dog, a cat and a Lemon Tree. All of whom I will miss more than I think I realize.

No one warned me. I have only myself to curse at for not remembering goodbyes. It may be trite, but I hate goodbyes.

"Packing up the material part of your life is basically easy, packing up the emotional part is the tough one."

In other news...
This is the 80th entry in this blog. I'm trying to decide if I should keep a blog once this trip is finished... I'll keep you posted (no pun intended).

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

meditations on home

Home is where?
Where the heart is say some.
Where you reside say others.
Where you feel most comfortable is also a common definition.
There are others, in fact, I think that most people have their own definition of what “home” is and as people grow, what they define as “home” evolves. From a street address to perhaps a wider district and on from there, perhaps returning to (the most basic) a physical structure or expanding so far that “home” becomes a refuge found only within.
The keenest observers of humanity, the artists, tackle ‘home’ as a concept (I’d wager) more often than they tackle the concept/issue of love. (There is also the relationship between home and love, but that is a whole other issue. One (in my current thinking) best left to mulling over in the wee hours of the morning over a snifter or hot cup of mint tea) While it may not be an obvious theme, identifying home can often be identified in some form in the subtext of a work.
The Waifs lay it right out in the open in their song “When I Die”

When I die won’t you bury me
In the town where I was born
Most of my life I’ve been rambling free
When I die I want to come back home

Ever since I was a baby child
I knew I was born to roam
I had to climb to the top of the hill
Just to see what lies beyond
Now seasons change and I am still the same
I don’t belong to anyone
Still a piece of me will always be
Sitting in my hometown sun

In my time I have seen ten thousand setting suns
And I made my bed where I lay my head
And it never hurt anyone
It could be said that a girl like me
Ain’t nothing but a prodigal son
And just like that prodigal boy I’m gonna finish off where I've begun

It seems so obvious that what we define as home will evolve as we grow, but it can come as a very large shock to your system when you actually realise that what you define as home has changed.

With all that’s happened this year, I should have seen it coming (I'm kicking myself for not and planning for it); But what I define as home has changed- and I’m not sure what to do.

I will be going home in a week. That is the destination, but I don't know if 'home' will be there when I arrive.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

c'est fini

-Last shift at work today!
-Chef gave me a standing offer of a visa sponsorship and a contract last night
-some new pictures here

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Well the strep is gone, as far as I can tell. Thank you all for your get well soon messages.

Time is running short in Port Douglas. One week from today I will be southbound, heading to Kewarra Beach to spend the night before heading to the airport in Cairns on the 23rd. From there I am flying to Darwin to spend a few days before heading south. I'm not sure of the timetable, but I am planning to be back in Melbourne on or before the 5th of December. Updates may be infrequent, but hopefully there will be some great pictures that come out of the trip!
Not much else to report.
A month and I'll be back home in Winter.

Sunday, November 13, 2005

Camera crew

There are some times in my life when I wish I had camera crew filming what I do. Recently, as I was chasing a friend down the street at 4am with a 10 ft palm tree, I had such a wish. I will blame the shenanigans on thr tropical heat. aaaaaand perhaps dark spirits and coca cola.

Monday, November 07, 2005


So, the doctor says I have Strep throat and I should take it easy for a couple days. It works out well as I have today and tomorrow off... He gave me a scrip for an antibiotic and something with 30mg of codine in it... at least I'll be feeling better...

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Damn this heat

Today, I am grumpy and miserable. I just wanted to set the tone straight off.
It is hot today, just like every other day since I've gotten to port. It is also humid; again not a change.
What makes today different is having a fever, a throat so dry it feels like fire, a swollen left Achilles, a splitting headache and not being able to keep anything I put down down. The fever is worrisome, but it is the spewing (aussie term for throwing up) that is freaking me out the most because if I cant even keep water down I can't stay hydrated, which in conjunction with the above mentioned heat is not a good thing.
Man, I feel like crap.
I have to work this afternoon too, which is bringing me no end of joy. At least work today will be better than yesterday. Why do I know this? you may ask. Well yesterday I got all the totally shitty jobs out of the way. Like making tomato pasta sauce; ordinarily not a bad thing. Right? Well ask me how much I had to make. Go on. Do it.
Why I'm so glad you asked! About THREE HUNDRED LITERS. ooooh yeah. That's a lot of sauce when it's all in the cooking stage. By the time I was done I looked like a, well, I don't know what I looked like, but I was frikken covered in sauce. But at least it is out of the way now, and so is a bunch of prep for the next two days.
I really hope I feel better tomorrow because I have the day off and I can think of more geographically advantageous things to do than laying in my bed with the ceiling fan on full, listening to Ani Difranco and feeling sorry for myself.

Phew. Now I feel kind of bad that you had to read that. I'm sorry. I just had to get it out.
Hmm, I'll post a couple more pictures to make it up to you.