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Los Angeles. Qantas. And the Hollywood sign.

So here I sit, in the lounge, waiting for my flight to board. Wishing I could stay, but happy to be going home.
My second but better look at the great city of Los Angeles showed me a sprawling mass of suburbs, high rise, trees and many freeways snaking their way through hills and valleys, criss crossing the city in rows and clover loops.
I must say, I actually quite liked what I saw this time round.

As we taxied round the buildings I saw my first sight that home was close. The vision of the flying kangaroo very nearly brought tears to my eyes. But a grin to be sure.

Arriving in LA via domestic flight and leaving through International is a much easier way to do this. I actually enjoyed the experience of going through security this time (a story for another time there).

And so far, have not heard any Australian accents. Hmm, wonder how many are returning home like me? Should be a few, our ride is the Airbus A380.
And the Hollywood sign? I saw it as we flew over, from a distance granted, but there was no mistaking what it was.

It is Saturday evening US time, and I will arrive early Monday morning Aus time. Not sure where Sunday figures in. It disappears when I cross the IDL over the Pacific.



Waiting with my friends in Portland.


Los Angeles from above.


And that would be my plane.

Catch you when I’m back in the land under.

12 years ago today, the world changed.

Twelve years ago I was organising a birthday party for a five wear old.
Any stress I had pales in comparison to what was going on elsewhere.
The world changed forever on that day.
We shall never forget those who lost their lives, you are always in our hearts.
May you rest in peace.



Social media and Me.

I had a huge long essay here on my thoughts about the  phenomena that is Twitter, Facebook and my blogging (that is not included in the phenomena) but have changed tack and leaving it as short post.  No need to bore the pants of you.

Facebook: love it, it’s like a whole little community and I have ;met; many wonderful friends there.  Yeah, at times it’s a bit high schoolish, but some people just never grow up. After just 23 months,  a new and good friend is coming for a whirlwind visit from the States to see me.  Now, I would never in a million years thought I could have a friendship like this beginning on the internet. Wonders will never cease. 🙂

Twitter: joined up a few years ago, and after seeing FB, Twitter was too different and weird.  Left it be.  Fast forward to now and I am slowing getting into it.  I do need help with how to make it work better, and how things work.  But time and patience…

My blog… has given me grief.  I do love my blog and what I am doing, but I start to question myself..:

 What am I doing?
Am I doing the right thing?
Should I do more? Less??
Change what I do?

I’m an all or nothing sort of person.  At the moment I’m all about my blog. Of course I can multi task, but when I get stuck on something, that’s what I want to do. 
Some things are easy to do, but it takes a bit for it to sink in here, so after 8 months or so, something has hit home and I now have a whole bunch of new things on my blog page.  It just clicked. So I did it. And I just want to write and post pics, and do stuff.

There in poses the problem. Or dilemma.
I know I have changed as time has gone on.  My posts are better, more chatty I hope, than reading like a fact book, and all stiff.  I found, the posts I started reading (part research which is huge for me) that I liked the most, were those that read like a conversation, that they were talking to me.  I wanted to emulate that in my own style, keeping true to who I am.

But what do I write about, do I try to please everyone (of course not, it can never work!), so I write what I think people want to read, or just let it all fall out onto the keyboard (which is sort of what I do)???

The more views we get the better. But do we put undue pressure on ourselves to write better stuff to keep people engaged? Or is that trying too hard.  Do we put in lots of pictures, a few pictures. 

I have given myself plenty of poetic licence within my title blurb.  I am not drifting off course, or going somewhere my readers don’t want to go.  I have also learnt that long posts are allowed to be cut into parts 1,2 and 3 etc… don’t bore people with too much wordy stuff.
Oops, is this post too long already..?

The key – as I read today on The Hook – is to be passionate about what you write.  If you like what you are writing about, it comes across and people want to engage and come back.

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Keep smiling and have a great social day 🙂