Somebody Call Out to Your Brother

Facebook is a funny ole thing, isn’t it? God, I would love to delete it. To be rid of it’s constant reminders that people make stupid comments, or that your life isn’t as good as your work colleague’s, or you don’t care as much about social issues as your old primary school friend.

However, it does make group catch ups even easier to organise. It does let my Mum know that I’m still alive. It does make it a million times easier to make friends in a new city.

It also gives the occasional flashback that makes me smile.

This morning, the book of face reminded me that three years ago, I posted this photo of my brother and I – in celebration of his 21st birthday.

If you’re doing the maths, then yep, today (Perth time) my baby bro turns 24.

My brother and I have a relationship that I am quite proud of. Growing up, we were best friends first and brother and sister second. Our parents moved us around a couple of different countries and cities, and throughout all the changes we were each other’s consistency.

When our parents separated, we banded together, moving from house to house each week and sharing in our annoyances of leaving something behind. We coped together with new family members, adjustments to every day life and moving houses several times. We celebrated our new sibling together, and mourned her death together.

When I travelled Europe for six months, Ali shortly followed. He made his own adventures and walked to the beat of his own drum, but we often met up. One of my favourite memories is Ali joining me in Paris to celebrate my 21st, buying me the most disgusting chocolate cake and wandering the winter markets with me.

As we grow up (eventually) I can see we’re becoming quite different people, but I see nothing wrong with that. I love my brother for everything that he is, everything he has achieved and everything that is yet to come. He’s the sweetest, coolest, most down to earth guy I know and I’m so lucky to be related to him.

Gah, all the emotions – I’m sorry!! Being away from home does this to a person.

Happy Birthday little brother, sending you all kinds of love from across the globe.



My Brother

Is so much cooler than me. Everyone agrees. My own friends have met him, and prefer to hang out with him rather than me. (Kidding, kinda..)

He is the most chilled out dude I know, always going with the flow and letting things happen naturally. He never wants a huge fuss, he’s happy with a pint in hand at a local pub with a few of his favourites.

With his amazing girlfriend in tow, they drove The Nullarbor earlier this year, and didn’t mind spending 12 hours in car together.

He also has this incredible talent for graphic design, which he has been studying on and off for the last 5 years. Last week, we were lucky enough to witness his graduation night, showcasing all the hard work these crazy talented kids have put in.


I came home all excited to tell Andrew about the Delorium they had out the front. DELOREAN Hannah, DeLorean. Doh!


Another talented cookie I went to high school with, and his brand Melting Duck. So, so good!


He definitely got all of the artist talent in the family.


Congratulations Ali, on graduating, on receiving the Typography award, for being an awesome human. You’re my little brother, but I look up to you in so many way, this being one of them.



It Feels Like Home to Me

I love airports, always have. Our parents had us flying from a very young age (I think Ali was about 6 months old the first time he flew), and by moving us from Sydney to Perth, then up to Jakarta and Singapore, we spent a lot of our childhood in the air.
We had our parents, we had each other, we had our matching mini suitcases and we were off somewhere exciting.


These days, I still get the same rush of excitement walking through the departures gate – if it’s a short trip, if it’s on a one way flight out of here, and especially if it’s for a flight headed home.

On Saturday, Mum and I headed for the international airport, but this time we had our eyes fixed on the Arrivals lounge.
After 7 long months, we were here to pick up my baby brother, traveller extraordinaire! from his European Adventures. This is the longest time we’ve spent apart, which included our first Christmas without each other, so I was pretty eager to see him!

IMG_4571My not-so baby brother, and our teeny tiny Mum

It was so good to see his little face and scruffy hair walking through those doors. 7 months really isn’t that long in the scheme of things, but he’s my brother and even if he drives me crazy sometimes, it was like having a little part of me return to where it belongs.

While we waited for him to walk around that bend, we got to see my favourite part of being at an airport. Call me a stalker (you wouldn’t be the first), but I just love watching people walk through the arrivals gate and into the arms of their loved ones.
We saw Dads returning home and their little ones running and jumping all over them, old friends reuniting, husbands and wives sharing a sweet kiss and a huge family waiting patiently – completely decked out in Australian souvenirs and paraphernalia. I wish we’d stuck around long enough to see who they were waiting for.

It reminds me of this scene from Love Actually.

“Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there – fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge – they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is all around.”

Qantas have created a beautiful ad, with a similar message.

So, this is mine to you:
If you’re looking for proof that love exists, go to the arrivals gate. There is nothing like being reunited with your loved ones to remind you how much you missed them, how important they are to you and how much you love them.

Ali, I love your guts and I’m so happy you’re home safe.

Thoughts for Thursday

Things making me smile today:


Emails from my brother, gallivanting through Europe. Jealousy levels are through the roof!


A good (and crazy) friend’s birthday. I love seeing birthday love. What is it about celebrating another year of someone’s life that brings out emotion that we normally wouldn’t share?
… and embarrassing photos. So many of those! To the birthday gal, I have a good one to show you later…


Enrolling myself into Cert IV in Business via TAFE online. Goodbye spare time!


The countdown to my favourite time of the year has begun!


As is the planning, and some of the purchasing. I need to slow down.



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Some Christmas inspiration for you all, via Pinterest. As soon as that sun starts shining in Spring, I can’t help feeling like Christmas is on it’s way!
Plenty more crazy Christmas posts to come this year, I apologise in advance.

Happy Thursday to all, and to all a good day.