It’s been a year since I’ve posted.

I feel like a let down.

I got to move to this big fancy city in one of those bucket list kinda travel destination type of places. I am over here supposedly living someone else’s dream life. I know people are expecting photos and stories of my Outback adventures, that I’m doing all of these exciting things and petting all these exotic animals and I am delivering nothing. I’m not withholding a dang thing, friends, I am just incredibly totally and completely boring currently. And you know what? I am perfectly fine with that. Right now that feels wonderful and I’m just gonna roll with it.

(I’ve done some of the tourism bit the first two visits here anyway, so don’t anyone feel bad for me because I’m not out petting kangaroos or being chased by giant-ass spiders. Hell, the only spider I have seen was literally so small I thought I was seeing things, though I guess realistically I WAS seeing things because I saw it. Yeah. You get it).

I’ve only been here two months, I’ve got plenty of time to explore. You’ll get your koala content, kids. Hell, I haven’t even told any of the internet about The Naked Guy Across the Street yet or what 90’s niche musicians we traveled to see (they had quite the earworm too, though I bet it’s detachable) just because 16 year old me was obsessed with a poem he wrote. For the new people, I’ll even backtrack for some context as to how I ended up here a bajillion miles away from Kansas. As much as I’d like to say I have always been boring, that would be a lie. I’ve got stories, man. Lots of em.

I’ve got my site here up and running properly again, so I no longer have an excuse to not share my too-long-for-Facebook stories. Stay tuned or whatever phrase is fitting for 2025.

-gg