I’m sitting in Brunei listening to thunder rumble on the horizon, Heather Horton on the stereo, on my patio in Rimba wondering how the hell I’m almost 40. Like how does this happen?! The days are long but the years are short… I still remember trying to pierce my friends belly button on the back of the number 57 bus in Newcastle at age 13… now I’m staring down 39 – so that was a third of a lifetime ago and I’m living in a country I had never heard of until I was 27, doing a job I vowed i would never do. Life is weird and so is this blog. Welcome.
