Posted in Living in Australia

Life is about

Flavors, I’ve decided.

As I sit here with my cappuccino and meat and cheese pie.

You may not think these two go together, but in Australia anything is possible.

Especially putting cinnamon in a meat and cheese breakfast heaven.

It tastes like childhood meets damsel in distress.

Does that even make sense?

Well, the flavors bring back memories and that’s all I need.

Many many fond memories of children laughing on the sand while my mom is making smores and my dad is warming the towels.

Life comes down to that, doesn’t it?


And what better way to get there then through food!

Posted in Living in Australia


You can always spot a kid in Sydney.

Regardless if they go to a public or private school, they all wear uniforms.

Very old school uniforms with hats, ties and bulky black shoes.

Honestly they look like maids or people auditioning for Mary Poppins.

It’s weird.

No child is in jeans.

They’re all dressed like adults, especially the boys. I see them on the trains normally wearing pants, ties and even jackets like they’re going into the office.

When did we decide to take their childhood away and replace it with adulthood at way too young an age?

I get establishing responsibility, but this shit feels wrong.

But I guess the one positive thing about it is they’re safe, right?

The adults know who are kids and who are adults on public transportation and so maybe that prevents anything weird from happening?

I don’t know.

I’m not a parent.

I’m just a quiet observer.