A road of roads

Since the 5th May this year it feels like I haven't stopped a second. Work has taken me to New York, Hong Kong, London and Singapore and then back to Sydney, in a whirlpool of meetings, face time, self selling, arguing with colleagues, seafood Laksa, experiencing one of toughest times in the 360 year history of my company,  spending time with friends including a random glass of champagne in a hotel room, not enough time spent with friends, missing Patata, surprises like those surprises that come out of a box,  and dozens of hours spent on planes watching movies, listening to Glee albums (somehow they seem to be the right backdrop to my flights), writing unfinished poems and promising myself that I will indeed become that exceptional human being I was always meant to be. In between I turned 32, we have had guests and family over and we faced summer, winter and eternal heat and I took my mother to see Mamma Mia. She stood up and danced. Before that I saw a sunrise that reminded me of South Africa, listened to a taxi driver telling me that women drive either too carefully or recklessly whilst speeding down a busy Asian street, and thought that I was not sure whether I liked being called 'sir' and then pondered for half an hour on why that made me uncomfortable.

It is strange to compare winter 2012 to last year's. Last year I was in full on hibernation, watching all series of Buffy in our rental flat and waiting for summer to come. I watched Buffy like there was no tomorrow, and the night outside was dark and the cars circled us all over again, leaving us on an island of traffic and light. We watched Buffy. I like the series with Gloria as the antagonist. She $hits all over the other baddies.