Yesterday was my one year anniversary that I left London. It really stunned me into humble silence when it occurred to me yesterday. It was also the 37th birthday of Christian Slater. You would have had to know me as a very odd 14 year old girl to understand the significance of this... but I'll
Here are my thoughts on living alone, now that I have been doing so for about 3 months: 1. I love walking around naked. It doesn't matter that almost every wall of my flat is made of glass or mirror. Let the large Navy vessels full of seamen see me if they wish. I love
The degree of luck and joy I feel I have found in my new little flat in Potts Point was reflected beautifully one morning by a rainbow ending just outside my window. A pot of gold indeed it did lead to, but rather than coins, my pot is full of hope and glee. I feel
It's now been over 3 months since I have settled back in Sydney. Its been unsurprisingly a very eventful time. I wonder if my life will ever be ordinary (I sincerely hope not). I will spare you the details of what has been a horribly difficult time for me, enough to say that moving countries
