From place to place

  

Sidi Kaouki, Marrakech, Istanbul, Rotterdam 

Goodbye Summer

The Japanese summer departed swiftly leaving me rather surprised and clutching at my winter coats. Unlike New Zealand where the weather dilly dallies between seasons Japan is all about the sharp and defined change of the seasons. I'm now dreading seeing Australian and New Zealand friends popping up in my news feed, bathed in light and leisurely sipping on wine. Ahh the envy. I'm a summer kid! That said, here are some snaps taken over the past few weeks.

Classic

'Jaan Pehchaan Ho' from the movie Gumnaam

Fish curry

My bedroom at my parents house has pink fluffy and white clouds, a hand picked wrought iron bedhead and an aqua marine themed bedspread complete with starfish and dolphins. My mum has a bedazzling indian rug thrown over the bedspread in an attempt to make things look better. Alas, it actually looked worse. An ex boyfriend visiting my house told me, as we lay amongst splashing dolphins and hot fuchsia and mustard indian beading, that it was like lying in a fish curry.

 In terms of interior decoration I had somewhat appalling taste. The finished product is mortifying. I painted a beautiful off white chest of draws a hideous shade of teal, ruining it forever and there are fairy figurines and crystals that litter my window sill. Back issues of Dolly and Girlfriend stack my shelves alongside cassettes of the Commitments, Spin Doctors and Mariah Carey. Despite all my horrific shortcomings I have left my bedroom stuck in a time warp because I love returning home and staring at pictures of Jonathan Taylor Thomas, lying on my fish curry bed and rereading diary entries of torment, self doubt, awe and wonder.

Change

Away from home when big ass earthquake hit New Zealand, felt weird

Best friend moves four blocks from the Eiffel tower, phenomenal skype dates.

Oceans away from my loved ones

Quit smoking

Loved one passed away

Booked tickets to India (today)

sun, sand, sunscreen and sangria

The northern summer is sadly starting to fade, but luckily I have this song to remind me of the sun, the smell of sunscreen, the sand and the sangria.