I grew up in Christchurch, New Zealand, as the delightful raspberry jam spread in our family sandwich. I’m the middle child, positioned in three-year intervals between two pretty great pieces of bread (my brothers Ben and Tim).
After attending Primary School, Secondary school and University in Christchurch New Zealand, aka cheech, I was itching, (in a cute way), to leave once I had finished my degree.
Fast forward a three-year Bachelor of Arts Degree in Psychology and Political Science insert a few earthquakes and I was off on a one way ticket to Melbourne. Farewell friends’, family and the only city I’d ever called home.
The past three and a half years have flown by. And try as I might I’ve never managed to ‘out-cool’ Melbourne. Every weekend a new pub, restaurant, cafe or event opens, and seemingly every week I’m schooled in the art of cool by something in Melbourne. I have lived in North Melbourne, Fitzroy North, East Melbourne and Prahran. I’ve lived Inner City, North Side, South Side and I have faced some challenges along the way.
Not only did the move to Melbourne present me with career and lifestyle opportunities it also led to a chance encounter that would change the course of my life. In 2011 I met Hugh, or Hbomb as he prefers to be called. A laid back 6ft7 lad from the Northern Beaches of Sydney who had read the whole Harry Potter series and hates peas as much as I do. He was working as a professional Rugby Union player for the Melbourne Rebels and studying Civil Engineering via correspondence. It took eight months for us to get together but from that point on we were both sort of like;“Yeah you’re cool and kind of funny, let’s be best friends and hang out all the time”.
In early 2014 Hugh signed a contract with a French rugby club based in Paris and asked, or rather assumed, that I would be moving with him (I said yes, OF COURSE). As of August 2014, Paris will become the third city I call home.