Normal is a relative term that recalibrates frequently. At first glance, my normal life when I’m away is basically the same as my normal life at home: I eat, go to work, sit in an office, come home, and try to have some sort of social life. On the surface, not that different. It’s all the little things that make my away normal unrecognisable from my home normal.
Embassies are odd places, each have a distinct character, with similarities – separate spaces serve different purposes behind the walls, gates and guards.
I would like to start writing about personal things and experiences again, but I don’t quite have anything […]
And so I’m home again. Enjoying life, loving Melbourne, yet I’ve been unable to write. I have a document of false starts and half written pieces.
Well here we are again. India and ashrams are excellent places to be during periods of change. Sometimes […]
Listen I sat at the Ghats in Varanasi in 2007. I was a Financial Product Analyst on holiday. […]
It’s been such a long time since I’ve written. I feel like I’ve been through a cycle of […]