Tom Odell: No Bad Days

I missed the beginning of the Tom Odell concert.

I was huddled in the side bar of the Manchester O2 Apollo, a plastic cup of water in one hand and the other on my chest. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a white cross on a green background, I was near the paramedics.

'Oh good,' I thought. 'If I pass out, they'll definitely see.'

Trumped.

From: ABC News

When I went to sleep in the early hours of the 9th of November, Donald Trump was winning the election. The BBC had reassured me that there was still time for Hillary Clinton to turn this around. It was still early, the polls had not closed on the West Coast yet.

Not Your Token

I'm angry.

It's 2016, I'm living overseas, Spotify recommends some great tunes every week, I live 10 minutes from a cake shop that stays open till 4am every day. There's a lot to be happy about but something has been bugging me.

I'm sick of being people's excuse to be casually racist.

In the moment

thirty quid for The 1975 + supporting act: A Sea of Mobiles

"Everybody put your phone away, I want to see you."

That is Matty Healy's simple request at every show before they launch into the emotional song, Me.

Home.

I've officially been away from home for 10 weeks now.

In between figuring out how to use the laundry machines, travelling around the UK and learning how to squeeze in my 5 a day, 10 weeks have passed. I remember learning the difference between a space and a place a couple of years ago. Space is an area, it becomes a place when you attach it with meanings. To me 10 weeks ago,  Lancaster was just a space. It's transformed so much over the weeks that now it's gone from a place to home. 

Hello, From the Other Side

Late in 2015, I packed up my life in Sydney and took one of the longest flights I've ever been on to London.
I am now on the other side of the world. 26 hours away in distance and 11 hours away in time from the place I've called home for 13 years. That's a lot of numbers.