Sober Hag

My lack of stories can only mean one thing - my booze hag crown is not longer apt. It appears my booze hound boy and I have settled for the quiet life in OZ. I know what you are thinking - who has fun without alcohol abuse? Rest assured I still enjoy a red wine or two, I still love to party with my girls and I do still occasionally get googlies, but I seem to opt for nights in front of the box in preference to running amok these days. I can’t say I don’t miss harassing small Asian boys, stealing bicycles and wrestling lollipop men for their wares but I do love my new/old lifestyle.

Once my Japanese bubble burst, it took me a long while to appreciate life in Australia. I can honestly say it is easier to live in a foreign country with little knowledge of language, customs and society than it is to live here. Oz was a big slap of reality for me but I am wiser and unfortunately older for confronting it. I haven’t had a whole lot to write about in the last twelve months. University isn’t as fun when you are a mature age student. You know, they don’t necessarily sit up the front because they are massive nerds. They just can’t see the screen from up the back. And the P’s make degree’s tag just doesn’t sit right anymore, a pass to a mature age is like being banned from the Lucky Country Hotel to an undergrad - it’s soul destroying.

I have now finished uni and have the good fortune of being a lady of leisure, so have time to dabble here again. I can’t promise tales of inebriated chaos like the past, but I thought it would be fitting to share my older and slightly less drunk perspective on life. Apparently people have hobbies beyond happy hour, who would have thought?