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Going for glocal

The other day my dad kindly informed me that if I ever stood for politics I’d need to…
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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.
Bare feet on grass next to snow, with small wildflowers growing.
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Cold feet?

Thanks to the infamous Canberra winter, I think I have cold feet both physically and metaphorically. I’ve just…
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Sport and spirit

Converted introvert I surprised myself the other day. It was another one of those bizarre moments of self-awareness…