Moving to the zoo, an introduction
The first part of my story entails moving to New York with a single suitcase, unsure of where I was going and unaware of what I was about to get myself into. My boyfriend (now husband) and I were to quit our stable full time positions, sell all our assets (cars, clothes, vacuum cleaner), and say goodbye to our family on what would be a new and truly growing experience. Content with our lives but not satisfied, we dreamed of bigger and better things — somewhere completely unfamiliar and, did I mention, ten thousand miles away?
Yes, I am Australian, but not the Australian you probably had in mind. No, I did not grow up around kangaroos! (is the answer I tell just about everyone). I come from Melbourne, the world’s most livable city for the seventh year in a row — a very impressive title and one that we are extremely proud of. I have what I would consider a ‘no-fuss’ lifestyle — in comes the title whathefuss — it reads like ‘what the fuss’ except that it isn’t. I removed the second ’t’ because I deemed it unnecessary/because I could. A ‘no-fuss’ lifestyle is pretty self explanatory and if you think you already know what it means, you’re probably onto something. It’s the way you dress, the way you eat, the way you articulate… it encapsulates all that you are. Incase your mind was going there… I certainly maintain and groom uurrrhmmm… Now, I’m pretty proud of this lifestyle I’ve developed — I don’t wear make up, I have a ‘uniform’ (like Steve Jobs), and I’m into eating whole foods (I also shop at Whole Foods). I find myself asking this same question over and over; what’s the fuss? And this is where I plan on answering it.