Many people have asked me if Brisbane measures up next to New York.
I respond that there is no comparison but not that New York is beyond compare, it’s simply a matter of radical difference. Apples and oranges if you don’t mind the cliche.

Life here is slower. We cook our own dinners, we dry our laundry on the line in the yard, we get up early not because we have somewhere to be, but because the sun is shining and it just happens. We go for walks simply for the sake of walking.

Brisbane is beautiful and still incredibly novel to me. I suppose as time passes, I may get used to bounty of produce, the strength of the coffee and the quality of the light. I don’t think so. I think that for me, Brisbane will always remain at least somewhat otherworldly.

A person born and raised in the rain can never fully grasp the reality of a year of sunlight and mangoes.