time to fly. time to say thanks.

i'm typing this in the same room i typed by first year-8 assignment, creatively entitled my first assignment. at the time, paul keating was aussie p-m, i'd never been kissed and i was using the word processing software, first choice. things have changed a bit since then... a lot since then... but home has always remained home.

i've just spent 3 amazing weeks in my home country. i've worked it in brissie's newest bar-cum-club-cum-place-to-be, cloudlands; have been accussed of stealing an ovary whilst staying in melbourne; danced to mr g in sydney; and tanned-it-up on the gold coast. i've also introduced piero to lots of the people that matter. it's been an amazing trip and somewhat grounding. but the best bit really has been the people.

i have such amazing peeps in oz. seeing, laughing and having fun with then again has been nothing short of fantistic.

thanks to the aussie crew for a brill 3 weels. until our paths cross again: stay safe, keep it real and remember l-u-m-i.