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Expat Brat meets Mr Hotel

In 2005, I was seventeen years old and I lived in Hong Kong. I grew up in Asia for periods from the late 80’s until I graduated high school in 2006, and I still go back almost yearly as my... Continue Reading →

Choose your own adventure

When I was a kid I love LOVED those Choose Your Own Adventure books. There was one in particular that was set in a museum, possibly Goosebumps (which was ALL my brothers would ever read) that I think I read... Continue Reading →

Am I still an Expat, or am I just a Pat?

Am I still an Expat, or am I just a Pat?

5 things I thought would be different when I left home

It has been almost 10 years since I left home and went out into the wild, scary, unknown world of adulthood living. I feel like I was truly and utterly underprepared for what was out there, and had I known,... Continue Reading →

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger…or maims you horrifically for life

I like that saying: "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger"(WDKYMYS). It sounds good, it's inspirational. It makes you think "Heck, things were tough/awful/soul destroying - but I'm still here!!" People have appropriated that saying into songs (looking at you... Continue Reading →

1800-I-don't-think-so

  Since March I have lived right smack bang in the middle of the Toronto Downtown core. There are a number of advantages associated with my new location. For one, there are like 4 hospitals around the corner, so if... Continue Reading →

I'm really glad I didn't successfully murder you during our childhood

I'm not one to get all mushy (pffft yes I am) and write about how schweet my life is (all the time... that's literally all I write about)  or how great my family is (they fucking CRaYcraY) but I just... Continue Reading →

50 something things you should not buy for your 50 something Father on his Birthday

Oh hey everyone! It's my Dad's birthday! Happy Birthday Austraalien Papa. I don't know how you feel about me revealing your age on the interwebs, so lets just leave it at the vague 5o something mark. Here are 50 something... Continue Reading →

Saying Goodbye to "Home"

When people ask me where I'm from, I can't help it. I take a deep breath in, and I roll my eyes slightly. Where am I from? What a pointless question. I think people ask it because I have a... Continue Reading →

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