Crazy Baptist Girl
Apparently among some of my classmates, I had a reputation as the Crazy Baptist Girl at school. After…
Trains, Platform 29
Lately I’ve been spending time alone on the train, with the trains inside this mind where I am surrounded…
Defrag this
In the days before I converted to Mac, defragging my PC was a standard part of my life. I…
Easter Peace-ster
I’ve never been one for fireworks. So when she went ballistic I shrunk and tried to zen myself…
What feels like home
4,000m above sea level and 400,000m from the closest shore of the Pacific Ocean, playing beach volleyball every Sunday afternoon in the park somehow became one of the defining elements of my life in La Paz.
Now, at sea level and right on the shores of the Pacific Ocean, playing beach volleyball every Monday evening in Manly is becoming an anchor, a touchpoint, to each week here in Sydney.
It's funny, the unlikely things that make me feel at home.
80% Australian
Approaching this Australia Day, I’ve been thinking a lot about my Australianness. Or lack thereof. It’s not that…
2016: Resolving me
I’m an anti-resolutionist. I’ve always been sceptical about the value of New Year’s resolutions. Occasionally I’d humour my sister…
Next stop: Sydney
Tomorrow will be my first day in Monday to Friday, 9 to 5, paid employment in Sydney. There is…
Still twentynothing
Almost-no-longer-twentysomething. That’s how I described myself a month ago. Since then, I’ve done some soul searching, some job searching…
Reconfiguring Home: Weddings and Earthquakes
October 3 She is lovely. Creamy vintage lace, delicate buttons all down her back, descending into a sweeping fishtail. I…