Posts Tagged ‘Travel’

the three reasons why I’m no longer worried about turning forty

9, February 2013

I always hated the idea of waiting until I was forty to really hit my stride but I was convinced for the longest time that was what was going to happen. I told myself it was the universe’s way of teaching me patience and I resented the stupid meddling universe for it.

It turns out my prediction was right but I’m happy to say that with my fortieth a mere seven weeks away all that looking up at the sky and shaking my fists in resentment has now melted away … and here’s why.

The Three Reasons Why I'm No Longer Worried About Turning Forty

The Three Reasons Why I’m No Longer Worried About Turning Forty

new york

Me at Bleeker Street Pizza, New York

My last trip to New York …

… with TJ

Not only am I travelling to New York to celebrate my birthday, I also get to share the experience with my partner TJ and four of my closest mate. Crazy right?

TJ was the one who originally suggested it … I suspect to nip any potential mid-life crisis well and truly in the bud.

I have to say, It’s been one of the easiest holidays to organise. After putting the word out, our best mates here in London, Lawrie and Amanda, who travelled with us to New York before, jumped on board and two of my oldest mates from my school days, Stephen and Ashley, signed up as well without a second thought.

Lawrie, TJ, Me & Amanda in NY

Lawrie, TJ, Me & Amanda on the Brooklyn Bridge

Thanks to AirBnB we’re staying in a beautiful apartment in Chelsea/Greenwich Village that is very fitting of my soon to be mature forty years and I cannot wait. It’s definitely going to be a trip to remember.

new job

For the past three years I’ve been working part-time as a moderator and live engager for the social media management company Tempero. If you ever wondered who deletes the defamatory expletive-filled comments from news article or responds to you from a brand’s Facebook page, it’s someone like me.





Tempero was my first regular employment here in London and I owe them a lot. Prior to joining them the only work I could seem to get was the odd bit of film and television runner work … something I was vastly over qualified for or delivering junk mail for a dodgy Ukrainian dude … who’s idea of a farewell gift was to stiff me of my last pay.

The glamorous life of a runner

The glamorous life of a runner

Junk Mail

Mail’s here …

 At the start of March I’m moving to a full-time position at a start-up YouTube network called BuzzMyVideos as an Audience Development Partner Manager. What that means is I’ll be helping to look after content creators who are signed to the channel and working with the BMV team to develop and implement strategies to attract more eyeballs to what they’re making.

It’s a great new challenge that is both scary and exciting but anyone who knows me knows that I have always been passionate about the digital video space and independent content, so this new job is a perfect fit for me.

new commission

In 2012 my writing goal was simple: “write, network, produce and seal a deal”. Well I’m happy to say that all that work has paid off and 2013 is going to see me writing and producing a project I’m very excited about.

I’m holding off revealing the details about what and when as you usually only get one good go at making a splash with an announcement like this but hopefully before the end of February I’ll be able to reveal all.

To say that I am excited about it is an understatement.


So there you go, the three reasons why I’m no longer worried about turning forty and why the stupid smarmy universe was right all along.


a life slowly disassembling

12, January 2009

I’m here waiting in Melbourne before the big move to London and got to thinking, this is quite unlike any other move I’ve ever experienced. I’ve moved house countless times and interstate three times now but this will be the first time I’ve moved internationally.

Moving is usually a mad rush. First it’s the two to three day window to get everything frantically packed up into boxes and shipped off to your new place as you scrub walls, clean out the bathroom grout and wonder if those scratches on the floor were there all along.

Then it’s a matter of frantically unpacking at your new place and trying to make it feel like home, with your “stuff” (the one constant in your life) occupying this new space like strangers at a party and making you wonder, “What’s that doing here?” or “Who brought that?”

This move is much different. I don’t have a set date yet. Probably mid February. I think.

I’m taking very little and so gifting a lot of my stuff to friends and family. If they can come pick it up they can have it has been the policy. And it’s been working well. But the result has been that the stuff I have been living with for the past eight-odd years is slowing disappearing.

This is where my two red chairs used to be.


This is where they are now.

This is where my CD’s used to be.


This is where they are now.


This is where my books used to be.


This is where they are now.


This is where my whisk, bean bag and mortar & pestle all used to be.

whisk1 beanbag1 mortor-and-pestle1

It’s like my life is slowly being disassembled.

I’m excited at the prospect of assembling a new life in London, it’s a chance to reinvent myself to a degree, but I am a hopeless hoarder (I’m getting better) and a sucker for nostalgia (hoarders love to reminisce) so letting go of my old Melbourne life is going to be hard. I have wonderful memories here and it’s a place that truly feels like home.

So, if you’re one of the lucky people to have received something of mine I’d love a photo of it in it’s new home. I’ll post follow ups to this entry showing where my stuff has progressively gone and continue to blog as I get closer and closer to moving over to London and my new life.

share this post

add to : Digg it : Stumble It! : post to facebook