A Journey of Two Worlds Anonymous

I showed up to school in thongs today... no not that type of thong. Indeed, Australians call flip flops, thongs. As my physcis teacher told me he 'reckons' I should take off my thongs and put on 'runners' (i.e. sneakers) to avoid labratory hazards, I couldn't help but reflect on how crazy my experience with moving really was.

Portland, OR

Kennewick, WA

Bunbury, WA

Perth, WA

Darwin, NT

5 unique cities equals 5 whole new worlds to explore.

I began life in the Pacific North West, and ended up in outback Australia.

After my 7th birthday, home would no longer be Washington. In a few days I was about to venture across the globe to a foreign place called Australia.

Which is home you ask? Arrival or Departure? Home for me means many things. The world I come from is not associated with a worn out welcome mat and friends who learned to walk together. But I love that it is inherently complex. America holds my childhood filled with pine cones, blockbuster movies and Mt. Hood snow trips; Australia owns my adolescence abundant in fast paced social scenes and the place where I grew into the person I am to this day.

Throughout my time of living through endless summers and having a regular routine of going to the beach with friends,...