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It’s 3am and I’m still wide awake.

Posted on September 17, 2013

I shouldn’t have had that coffee. But walking by a coffee shop is so rare in Taiwan I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.

And so, it’s 3am and I’m completely conscious. I’ve freshly stepped out of the third floor shower, but my skin is already beginning to freshly perspire from the humidity. And yet, it’s pouring outside the barred window of the bathroom. It’s typhoon season. Wet and humid. The suicidal bathroom light flickers between dim and altogether non-existent, it’s a tough job servicing a family of five. And so what illuminates my way is the yellow haze of light that seeps onto the tiled floors from the streetlights below. The barren roads give the misguided impression of a rural setting from this face of the apartment. The reality is you cannot walk five steps from the front door without passing lines of restaurants and retail stores.

I twist the doorknob as quietly as humanly possible and walk into air-conditioned haven, the back of my neck is singing with the abrupt gush of welcome cool air. Children and mother sprawled across floor mattresses or the random cot. I crawl in next to my cousin onto the hard bed. I’ll never understand the desire to populate a single room when countless rooms lie vacant in this five-floor walk up. But I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bring me any sort of comfort to come undone beside my flesh and blood.

It’s 3am, still awake. I’m going to regret running on four or five hours sleep tomorrow. I’ll have to down the whole coffee my grandmother makes me every morning. The dreaded thing. My family don’t say I love you, I care. Their love language is money, luxury gifts, food. Read: stability, status.

I hated the coffee. I loved the gesture. That little cubicle of a kitchen became a place of solace each morning. It became a game of sneaking into the kitchen, ever so gracefully reaching for the cup of coffee, whilst making no sudden movements as to alarm the farm of dogs in the back terrace. Leaning back against the kitchen counter and revelling in the morning calm before the children awoke and the day’s itinerary kicked into gear.

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天天在我身边 Hong Kong 2013

Posted on April 22, 2013

Hong Kong dances on the outskirts of my mind with romantic remnants.

I miss the 5th floor walk up every night. I miss the uncertainty of the shower temperature (yes, really). I miss hanging my towel up and cracking open the hidden window just to take in the crisp night. I miss how quiet it would get on the walk home after escaping the adrenalin of the city centre. I miss how each morning I would walk out of our abode with my two closest friends in a foreign country and just hear the click of my boots on the footpath. I miss walking past the one restaurant where everyone, without fail or inhibition, glared each time we’d pass and we’d just stifle a laugh like it was our own little joke.

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Sydney Stint

Posted on August 21, 2012

A good friend of mine once asked me, “What is it that makes you stay in one place?” To which he told me his deal sealer was “the people.” Which after a decent amount of time travelling this year, I have now concluded my own personal preference to that. The people, irrefutably. And the weather. Just last week I’d spent one of the coldest weeks of my life in windy Sydney. I could not wait for my flight home. Winter, you sir, are a deal breaker. Especially just as Brisbane was warming up, I felt such unsettlement at the thought of where I could have been. None of that is to say I did not have a splendid week in Sydney. I spent a…

Taiwan 2012

Posted on July 26, 2012

Boarding my flight home to Australia, my throat all at once began to clam up while something awfully irritating must have found itself lodged in both my pupils as I fought to contain myself to properly hug my relatives goodbye for who knows how long. The alarmingly good looking guy who sat next to me on the flight must have thought me mentally unstable or at the very least not all there as I stifled what emotion I could into my encompassing plane blanket and curled up into my seat, regretfully realising in the morning I would not be the best looking arrival because of it. I don’t know what it was I’d expected to experience going to Taiwan, maybe a chance to see…