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This is February, 2001...
In Australia you get to dream in a box. it's better baseline living than America, but the accepted limits of accension are rock solid.
There is a certain opaqueness to the transparent ceiling in Australia. There are no undershirts worn under suits, just dress shirt on bare nipple, and ties not quite arranged correctly.
Texans wear cowboy boots with suits, Aussies wear their basic personality without facade in their two piece Roger David specialty.
I have contrasted my former self with my old place among those 19 million Australians. I call it a lateral shift, although my arrogance has asserted itself a bit, I feel the same. To others though, clearly I am not the same.
My family is real, but they're not me. I think they are struggling to understand that I have defined myself without them being the major shareholders.
I no longer dream in a box.
©Copyright 2001, Jayson Hawley