Most of you know that I grew up in Australia, and that I have two amazing sons. Well, my eldest son, Jordan has decided to give life in Australia a try, too. He's chomping at the bit and raring to go!
My Dad and Jordan, 1992
(photo taken after it was framed, sorry for reflections)
Phone calls to my Dad with requests like "hey, do you know where my High School Certificate is?" and "um, do you know where my Grade 8 report card is?" because even though I'm also an Australian citizen, with the papers to prove it, I also have to prove that I lived there for more than 2 years. Lucky for me, for some nostalgic reason or another I also kept my last income tax return. Oh, you can imagine the humor involved when I called the Taxation Centre in Sydney to update my address on file.
Steve, from Taxation: "now I know that you won't have this, but do you happen to remember the address on file for your last return?"
me: "sure, it's right here."
Steve: "here?"
me: "yeah, on my last income tax return statement"
Steve: "you still HAVE it?"
me: "um, yes"
Steve: "that was 20 years ago. I can't believe how organized you are"
(now this is where anyone that really knows me starts laughing hysterically because I am NOT organized)
me: "well, I guess I kept it because I was so excited to get money back!"
Jordan & Juniper, 2000
Which is good, because anyone who remembers being 18, probably recalls not being able to wait for the weekend, let alone anything else.
Jordan, 2008










