Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

I travel the world and sell lingerie. It's a safe bet that there are people on at least 4 continents in 20 different countries wearing a bra I sold them. I have always wanted to make a difference. I guess we all start somewhere.

No, I'm not Canadian... and no, I won't grab drinks with you just because we are from the same country. There are 300 million other Americans on the planet, go get drinks with them.

Google map says that I need to kayak across the Pacific Ocean to get home. My 20 dollar mascara costs 50 dollars here. No wonder I make 20.25 an hour. Public transportation makes my head hurt. The bus driver on the 378 from Bronte to Railway So. is on a mission to put everyone in a neck brace. I travel 5 sections on a bus ticket for 2. I save my pennies for overpriced makeup and a plane ticket back to New York. I want to stay put for awhile just so I don't have to pack anymore. Apparently, my American (Californian?) accent is very "heavy"? It's hard to tell if people down here like us, hate us, or just don't care.

There's something therapeutic about writing, even if it is just ranting that only 3 people follow. I took a ferry across the harbour. Wind rages through my hair, too. If I had one wish, I would put the following cities within driving distance: Toronto, Chicago, New York, Sydney, Salt Lake City, South Pasadena, San Jose, San Diego, San Francisco and Irvine... and if I had my way, I would hug you all the time.

<3

Where am I going and why am I in a handbasket?

Things I cannot find in Sydney:

toilet seat covers -- If you value toilet seat covers, don't leave California.  

heated apartments -- It is colder inside than it is outside.  

trash cans -- I walk around with trash in my purse until I get home.  

bus maps -- Just get on a bus and hope for the best.  

cinnamon french toast -- 23847192 types of bread and not a single one for french toast.

turkey and avocado on sourdough -- I just want a sandwich... Is it too much to ask for?

buffalo wings -- Yesterday, someone asked me what a buffalo wing was.

Reese's Peanut Butter Cups -- someone send me some.  

Urban Outfitters -- where do all the hipster indie kids shop?

orange chicken -- buy lemon chicken and ask for orange sauce.

ranch dressing -- my pizza is lonely without it.  

Trader Joe's -- where am I suppose to find chocolate covered peanut butter filled salted pretzels?

fontina cheese -- we needed this for Stefano's chicken medallion.  

peanut butter M&Ms -- however, mint M&Ms are abundant. 

corn tortillas -- fish tacos are also non-existent.  

shaving cream -- Skintimate? or not.

Gözleme

A Gözleme is a quesadilla without the mexican.

Week two in Sydney:

Over sleeping

Getting lost

Vivid Lights

New people

I need a tripod.

Beyond the Sea

Week one in Sydney:

Sleeping in

Eating out

Cloud watching

Job searching

My feet hurt.

Your Wedding

On set.

Angels in the outfield.

I was heading to Ikea with Savannah during my day in Orange County. We passed by Angels Stadium and saw that a game was starting. Between curtains at Ikea and a Mariners v Angels game, the choice was clear. Greg came too. Photo by G. Smith. I forgot my camera.

Giants in the outfield.

What's the matter with Schafer!?  

He's a bum!