Scrambler

​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.

Where I've been.

Cold beer, watching the tennis, pouring rain outside. And about time I caught you all up on where I’ve been.

I’ve been home.

So much has changed, and so much hasn’t (CLICHE MOTHERFUCKER). It rains more than I remember from my last few Aussie summers: some Spanish bird apparently influences this. Perhaps I’m just noticing it more after 9 months in the city by the desert. Whatever.

My friends continue to amaze me, and I’ve laughed more in the last 3 weeks than in the last 3 months. I’ve met some new people that are fucking incredible, and the memory of these people will get me through the cold Beijing winter.

I’ve turned dark brown: reminiscent of the holiday in Greece where I was mistaken for a Pakistani. I assume the Chinese gurrament will disapprove, and somehow leach the Vitamin D from my skin upon arrival. COMMUNISTS.

I’ve remembered what it feels like to sleep, to eat properly, to exercise outside, to swim in the ocean, to hug a Labrador, to talk and banter with family and friends face to face. I’ve missed people so much more than I realized, and it’ll be hard to leave.

But I’m ready to go back. I’m recharged. I cannot wait to grab 2012 by the balls and tickle good results from it, coaxing the happiness forth and reaping the delicious benefits (ed. note: this is a terrible way of saying this). I’m looking forward to seeing my Beijing friends. I’m looking forward to looking at Beijing with new eyes. But it’s good to know this will always be my place in the world.

I’m also going to focus more on making DonkeyFire a reflection of my experiences, and a journal of anecdotes. Less Cat Gifs (this doesn’t mean they’ll be cut completely).

Here. We. Go.