something about being here

One of the Irish boys has put a pair of pants in the freezer with a note on the door saying Please don't move the jeans, M.

I discovered what birds are making all the noise in the mornings. It's just the wild parrots in the neighbor's tree.

The thing I miss most about the States is the existence of the letter R in speech.

There're these cliffs all around the wiggly coastline in the Sydney area, including where I am in Bondi in the eastern suburbs, and last night I was restless and pensive and sad so I went for a walk and a think. I ended up at the shaggy-grassy coastal golf course that's five minutes away (you can just walk onto the green, and it was unlit so no one was trying to golf) and lay on the rocks five feet from the unfenced cliff egde and the sixty foot drop to the sea. Stared at the stars. prayed. and finally took off my shoes and danced in the dark wind.

I am loving it here.