​An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life in America. Live from New York.

An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life New York City.

Welcome Home.

I came back to China refreshed, recharged and ready to go. It took 16 hours for China to whomp it out of me.

Upon landing last night, I waited for over an hour to get a cab. Pretty standard - annoying, especially with a busted paw, but whatevs. Getting home was waaaaaay worse. The muppet squad that run my home had asked to repaint while I was away. Sure, I said, assured that the work would be finished by the time I got back. Ahhhh, no, it wasn't.

Every single surface of my place is covered in two centimetres of dust. EVERY SQUARE INCH. Oh, and did I mention that they neglected to cover a single fucking thing? So every t-shirt, every sheet, every book, my stereo, my TV, my crockery - EVERYTHING - is covered in dust. The best bit was my bed. So at 1am, I changed my sheets, and went to sleep in the house that asthma built.

Today i found out i can't run for 6 weeks with a fractured bone and a torn ligament. BALLS. I also have to move into a hotel tonight, til Thursday. Upside? 2 weeks free rent. I WOULD MUCH PREFER MY HOME.

Fuck you, China.