It’s been a week since our arrival in Australia. In many ways, it seems unreal.
The light is clear and white and the sky is blue forever. I’m certain this will seem an unfair sentiment for friends from New York to hear, but it’s swinging into summer here and there is never a need for a coat or long sleeves.

We’re staying in an artist collective warehouse space where the mister will be setting up his practice. It’s incredibly kind of the other members of the community to let us crash there while we search for a home, and the space is incredible in regards to my New York-based expectations of what constitutes a loft. If this is slumming it, sign me up.

After a shockingly quick jetlag recovery, we’ve spent our days viewing apartments, taking care of all of those administrative chores life brings, and trying to explore the city.
Although the mister lived in Brisbane for well over a decade, his history with the city is based around one general area containing three or four neighborhoods close together..
The location of the space we’re staying in, the library where I access the internet, and the area where we’re looking to set up a home are in vastly different parts of the city from his former life here and as such, he’s experiencing the city anew right alongside me.

Brisbane is beautiful and I’m hopeful and excited to see what unfolds for us here.