Belated, and grateful.


Whoa. Nothing like a New Year to jolt you to your senses. I had all intentions of starting this blog as a place to share things. To create a destination for my musings to go once they assembled in my brain, and to serve as a reminder: to capture the moments I thought worth holding on to. I even drafted a few posts of the sort. But then I acknowledged my reality – that I was going through a transitional phase of life, one that didn’t particularly inspire much sharing of anything, and all of that aspirational stuff got left by the wayside. Twenty-twelve was long, but at the same time managed to disappear in the blurry blink of an eye. Over its course, I felt challenged, inspired, disappointed and emotionally exhausted, but above all, miraculously, I felt rewarded. It was the year I turned a fledgling daydream into an actuality and decided to study floristry – something I always thought I would save for a later, distant, retiree lifestyle (though what exactly I thought I was going to be retiring from, I have no idea!). It was one of the most illuminating, gratifying decisions I have ever made, and it opened up innumerable avenues of creativity and inspiration at the time I needed it most.

Following the internet happenings of people more infinitely talented than I knew or imagined possible (via blogs, flickr and instagram feeds), I began to realise what a purposeful and powerful place this online community could be. I followed florists, textile designers, and more florists from Brooklyn, flower growers nearby Seattle, graphic designers in LA, photographers from Portland (along with their beautiful florist girlfriends), and photographers in Charleston, along with a myriad of other far-flung creatives around the globe. Recognition eventually set in: I was yearning for The American Dream. Or at least my version of it. A big break of sorts, and an adventure to boot.

Brisbane has been a very good to me – it’s hard to imagine a city easier to live in. The weather is warm, the people welcoming, and I am limitlessly thankful for the genuine and kind friends I have made in my two years there. I’ve experienced some enormous highs – though naturally with them, some lows too – and as much as I consider many things worth staying for, I’m feeling ready for a change of scene. Last year was a little rough around the edges, but boy did I learn a lot, and for that I am inexpressibly grateful. I look forward to overcoming further hurdles in the year to come, and to making the most of my time left in Brisbane, as I know I will miss it once I’m gone. There are giggles to be had, dinners to be dined upon, new friends to make, old friendships to grow, and I’m anticipating it all with an ecstatic fervour.

So to a fruitful 2013! One of productivity, connectivity, and daring risks taken. To furthering these plans of mine* that have been in incubation for almost one year already. I do believe it’s time to put them in action!

(And who knows, perhaps I will even do a bit of this blogging stuff… Fingers crossed, fingers crossed.)

* I know I am being vague – more on that to come later.


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