We spent some time at the airport and then retired to our respective homes. I tried to fend off my jetlag by staying up but I still couldn’t get to bed until about 6 in the morning! Didn’t wake up until my brother forced me out of bed at 3:45 PM!! Six months in the southern hemisphere will really mess with your biological clock. On Thursday, I had a little surprise party complete with a Welcome Home cake and presents, including my very new and tres cool electric toothbrush! It is so, so sick that I am actually brushing my teeth more then normal!

Drove around with my music blasting (the Katchafire Reggae I got from NZ) and it was so therapeutic. I feel like life here is still the same. There has been a lot of growth (Cali-g is now a million strong!) but nothing has changed significantly. In some ways, I feel as though I never left. People keep asking me: Do I miss Australia? Sure…I grew quite accustomed to calling peppers “capsicums” and sunnies “sunnies”. Handrolls were my meal of choice and I'm itching to hear “Feel the Love Generation” or Rogue Traders “Watching You”.
Take me downtown
It's where the people rock,
Three-hundred sixty five ?
cos we never stop.
Take me downtown
Cos' peoples runnin' wild.
See how we kick it in a brand new style.
Take me downtown
It's where I wanna go.
Everyone I know is going to my show-
Take me downtown
Where the city hum,
Then get your head numb
to the beat of the drum cause,
I see you watching me watching you,
And now you see just where you gotta be.
I see you watching me watching you,
And now you see just where you gotta be.
Bobbing my head just feels so good. I listen to “Livin’ on a Prayer” and I think of the Nott. I'm unpacking the multitudes of crap that I have accumulated and each postcard and magnet and article of clothing and rock and leaf tells a story.
I went out last night to the Met and I'm finding it really hard to dress in Calgary fashion. I'm sticking with my Australian style cuz I’d feel like too much of a bogan if I wore flare leg jeans. I busted out the skinnys and the boots and the leggings and I can’t help but feel oh-so-Ozzy.
Well, back to seeing the Big Dipper rather than the Southern Cross! Crazy how time flies.















































