Every journey starts somewhere. Mine started in San Diego — shaped by a mother who pushed me, a father who showed me what hard work looked like, and a young man who dared to dream beyond his neighbourhood. The road led through the US Navy, across continents, through careers and classrooms, and eventually to the Southern Forests of Western Australia — a place I never planned to land, and now couldn’t imagine leaving. This is the story of how I got here.
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Swan River Life
I am enjoying an early morning walk in Applecross, Western Australia along the Swan River, it is revitalizing and reflective. I see pelicans and a black swan, setting a positive start for the day ahead. … More Swan River Life
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A Nice Trip Overseas…Now it is Time to Reset
First day back in Western Australia after a wonderful trip to Goa, India. A simple reset to my Australian way of life: a 2km morning walk around Applecross that ended up being a 3km walk. A nice walk through quiet, safe streets of our apartment in Applecross with filtered light through the trees, the calm…
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Settling In: Supporting Local Craftsmanship
The author reflects on moving to Pemberton, Western Australia, highlighting its beauty and the local craftsmanship exemplified by furniture maker Andrew Kristoffersson. They express gratitude for his skill and the meaningful furniture they commissioned, emphasizing the importance of supporting local artisans. … More Settling In: Supporting Local Craftsmanship
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After the Grind: What Comes Next
As the door opens on 2026…my biggest challenge…enjoy these golden years. I pinch myself. This is real. All done. This is no longer a dream, a goal, or a vision. I wake up early in 2026 with a strange feeling. There are no more level-ups. No more becoming your best self. No more hustle harder.…
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A partner in so many ways….
Journey highlights of this life include celebrating Melissa’s Birthday with close friends and family at the Ritz Carlton, Perth, Western Australia.
Melissa’s Birthday party at the Ritz Carlton Perth, Western Australia.
Our wedding day….
We got married during the COVID outbreak…we had the world to ourselves…
The Journey: Adolescence — When Doors of Opportunity Began Opening… and Closing
The Journey — The Early Years: Building the Foundation
This is my 9th-grade photo, taken long before I understood how many doors life would place in front of me—some wide open, some barely cracked, some tempting, some dangerous, and some I had no idea even existed.
Back then, I wasn’t the most confident or the happiest young guy. I was just a kid with a mix of curiosity, insecurity, and enough reckless fun to keep things interesting. And like every kid growing up in a neighbourhood full of noise and energy, I faced a hallway of choices: the smoking door, the drugs door, the alcohol door, the sports door, the girls door…
Each one with its own glow, its own risks, its own pull.
I appreciated what I had—my friends, my family, the community that shaped me. But let’s be honest: my life didn’t look anything like The Brady Bunch or The Cosby Show. It didn’t have the polished adventure of Mission Impossible, the calm authority of the Starship Enterprise, the glamour of Studio 54, or the power and privilege of the great halls where big decisions were made. My world was real, imperfect, gritty, and often unpredictable—but it was mine, and it laid the groundwork for everything that followed.
Even without that glossy TV-show shine, I carried something important: a simmering drive to be happy, to break through limitations, to imagine a life bigger than the one mapped out for me. Becoming a doctor never crossed my mind—not because I lacked respect or ambition, but because that door felt like it belonged in another universe. Role models were scarce, the hurdles high, and the path invisible.
But what I did have was instinct. Curiosity. A willingness to scan each doorway and trust myself enough to step through the ones that felt right—even when I wasn’t sure where they led.
Those early years didn’t give me a clear blueprint, but they gave me a foundation of resilience, imagination, ambition, and the courage to keep moving forward, door by door, shaping a life far beyond anything I imagined.
My Mother — The Quiet Force Behind the Early Years
One of the strongest drivers in my early life was simple: I didn’t want to disappoint my mother.
She didn’t grow up with the opportunities that eventually came my way. Her journey was shaped by different doors—doors she pushed through with courage, doors that closed on her unfairly, and doors she chose even when the path ahead was uncertain. Some decisions were bold, some weren’t perfect, but all of them were made with a determination that still humbles me.
Looking back now, I can see the architecture of her life more clearly—the doors she walked through, the ones she avoided, and the ones she had to force open because there was no other way. Her drive wasn’t about personal glory. It was about hope, a deep, steady hope that her children would do well, that we would step through doors she never had the chance to even knock on…and that also was a bit scary…there is risk with each door.
In those formative years, her support was the foundation beneath everything. She was the steady hand, the quiet belief, the voice reminding me that I could be more. I didn’t want to let her down—but I was also trying to live my own life, to build on the base she created, and to reach for things neither of us had ever imagined.
Her journey gave me the starting point.
Being Arthur 