I’m sitting in a cafe trawling through old stories, trying to find inspiration for a story I could tell tonight at The Moth. This writing on a laptop at a cafe the day of the gig has become a really lovely routine that I look forward to on the first Monday of every month.
The only difference this time is that I’m not in Brunswick, Victoria, Australia. I’m in Brooklyn, NY, USA. YEAAAAAHHHHHH THAT’S RIGHT I’M IN AMERICA BABY!
I have much more to say about that, but right now I thought I’d share this little gem of a snippet into what my life was like 6 years ago. Probably no one else will spin out as much as I have reading this. My life now could not be more drastically different, but I’m still digging up these old desert yarns to retell to city folk, still rummaging through the suitcase full of stories from the past.
Anyway, soz for being so self indulgent but I hope you are all well wherever you find yourselves in this world, whatever chapter you’re currently writing of your hopefully strange and wonderful lives.
Big love from the big apple,
So now I’m back out west, where this week we moved office in 40 degree heat. I’ve experienced 47 degrees in Alice. When I was thinking of moving to Schmoebs someone helpfully sent me a news article that said a few years ago the temperature reached 52 on Christmas day. I remember picking up some new colleagues from the airport who were moving from Tasmania to Schmoebs to work on my project. The temperature gauge on the car said 51 degrees, which I didn’t really believe until we got a flat tyre and had to stand on the bitumen to change it. When we got to the office the air conditioner had broken, so we all just went home.
Yes, it’s back to the meat plus chips menu at the Beachville Tavern or the fluorescent lights of the Darcytown Mess Hall, where you can get all you can eat for…
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