0Melbourne, Australia
17th September 2007
A search for the intangible
There's nothing more likely to motivate me to write, and by that I mean plunging headlong into my fiction writing rather than my journal, than a sudden crush of job interviews. As I sit at the airport and wait for my flight back to Canberra, I am watching a giant orange sun sink beneath the horizon. I've found myself thinking about the past several days and what I've done in that time, I find myself facing two inescapable truths: I am not doing all with my life that I could or should; and I am experiencing something of a disconnect from my profession.
0Melbourne, Australia
17th March 2007
The ghost of me
My work has brought me back to a major stepping-stone in my life, and in a rather peculiar way. For the seven years I lived at the Student Village, and in particular the five years I spent within the college of Chifley, we often contemplated what went on behind the high fences surrounding the Maribyrnong Immigration Detention Centre. This week, work gave me an assignment of actually finding out and reporting on just that. The temptation to revisit the village was too great to ignore, and I found myself revisiting a part of my life put to bed long ago, yet still feels like yesterday.
0Melbourne, Australia
4th September 2006
Now boarding…
I have left Australia just once before; when I was twelve, and it was only to New Zealand. My memory of the departure experience has long faded, and was long overdue for a refresher.