Are We Wishing our Lives Away?

When I was young I felt infinite. Long summer days stretched lazily before me, fading mirage-like into the shimmering horizon. As far I was concerned, time was a concept invented by adults as an excuse to send me to bed. The future was an illusion because it didn’t really exist- the only thing I cared about…

Philosophical Musings

Disclaimer: Pretentious and philosophical content I read a book today: A Tale for the Time Being. It was a fascinating take on the here and now and the human connection with the cosmos, and it really got me thinking. The far-fetched things we read about and watch in movies are labelled science fiction. But in…

That $800 Car Part II

As you probably already know, in January I did a crazy thing: I bought a car for $800. I’d had zero hours sleep, I didn’t get it serviced and I hadn’t the faintest clue about cars. And let’s be honest- the only reason I bought it was because I was too damn tired to seek…

On Being A Journalist (Or Attempting To)

“Hi, I’m a journalist from the Fremantle Herald”. My voice echoes down the phone, and my simple statement is met by instant wariness. I can sense it through the hesitant crackle down the other end of the line, and nervous breathing and the clammy palms. Well, I actually have no clue about any of that,…

Year Abroad Tips

So it’s already been four months to the day since I lugged my bags to Heathrow and waved goodbye to the surprisingly warm English summer. I then proceeded to spend a grand total of seventeen numbing hours airborne, with a quick layover in the ridiculously shiny airport in Doha. There’s even a gigantic teddy bear…

On Paddy’s Day and Other Festivities

Paddy’s day was a bit of a shambles, ironically. After two jugs and several leprechaun selfies later, we headed home. Although it felt like midnight it was only 4pm, so I headed to bed for a “tactical” nap. Unfortunately, the nap wasn’t so tactical as I woke up both hungover, drunk and more tired. It…

On My Last Few Days of Freedom

The hostel I stayed at in Perth was by far the worst hostel I’ve ever stayed in. And that’s saying a lot, because I stayed in a grand total of thirty four different hostels in Asia. I woke after the first night covered from head to toe in what I can only assume were bed bugs.…