Bachelor of Journalism & Professional Writing
Bachelor of Arts (International Relations)
I moved to Australia when I was six-years-old. I was born in a city called San Diego, California, which is right on the border of Mexico. We lived in a bit of a party area in San Diego. A lot of college students live there and, for people our age now, it’s a great area to live with lots of interesting people, cool restaurants, bars, and cafes right next to the beach but, as a young family, it’s not a great place to live. So we were going to move out of the area anyway and my dad, who’s Australian, wanted me to live in Australia for a little while at the very least. He suggested we move here and we just never left.
It’s actually a funny
They had their ‘night of romance,’ as mum describes it, and did long distance over the phone until they both had a $1000 phone bill which, in the ‘90s, was one dollar per minute. After about two and a half months, my dad kind of half-proposed over the phone and my mum said ‘if you show up with a ring, I’ll consider it’ and so, two weeks later, he showed up with a ring. They’ve been married for twenty five years. I actually calculated it and 1000 minutes is about 24 hours so, realistically, they had spoken for about 48 hours before deciding to get engaged. They’re a bit of an odd couple. They don’t have a whole lot in common other than fine wine and ‘70s rock music, but I guess that’s a good basis for a relationship.
Interview conducted by Geena Ho
Photography by Oliver White
This piece was originally published in Edition 28