Ashika and me hanging out on my block in NYC. Photo: Matt Rubin Hey gidday mates. At time of writing, you’re either recovering from last night’s party, preparing for the evening to come, or about to ring in the new year. I’m currently in the middle part of that equation — I just got out of the shower, I’m about to throw on a suit, I’ve got friends coming over for drinks, then we’re all headed out to Miss Lily’s to celebrate the end of this year Jamaican-style. 2013 might not go down as my favourite year of all time,Click to Continue!
Hello friends! Just a quick note to say Merry Christmas to you all; wherever you are in the world I hope the sun is shining, you’re with friends and family and people you love, and that nobody grinches all over your parade. This is only the second Christmas in all my 29 years that I haven’t been in New Zealand with the Hindins and Millers, and it’s a pretty weird feeling to be so far away — not to mention experiencing Christmas in the cold — but I’m lucky that I’ve got an amazing group of friends here in NewClick to Continue!
I’m usually pretty happy to see the tail end of New Zealand, but I’ve gotta admit, I had a minor meltdown when I said goodbye to Mum tonight at the departures gate. Why does this country have to be so god damn far away?? Skype and phone calls do not suffice when you have baby nieces getting bigger every day. Luckily for me, my old mate Georgia Fowler was sitting in the Koru Lounge waiting to catch the same flight with me to LA – we’re currently gorging on feijoas and sharing battle stories of our time back home. BestClick to Continue!
This is my two year old niece Sofia Grace. She always makes me smile. I turn 28 on Sunday. Twenty eight years old. That’s nearer 30 than I’d prefer and when I really think about it, quite old, but everything’s relative and I know how annoying it is when 21 year olds tell me how old their age sounds, so apologies to anyone in their twilights (or post 29). But like I was saying to the two Kiwi girls I ate lunch with this afternoon (aged 25 and 20, respectively), I don’t feel a day older than I ever have,Click to Continue!
I’m not going to lie, it’s been a sentimental week. I moved out of my apartment yesterday and said goodbye to the family who took me in when I first started coming to New York five years ago. If it hadn’t been for Erika and her incredible generosity, there’s no way I could have survived here for so long; thanks to everything she’s done for me, I’m going to be able to stick it out for a lot longer. My two best friends are leaving tomorrow and Saturday and I won’t be seeing them for a long while, and everyoneClick to Continue!