We were blessed with a beautiful, breeze-less day and promised ourselves to enjoy it by doing precisely very little.
Yet this year, after moving to Australia and despite all my misgivings about picking, I found myself with a clean slate of AFL teams to choose from and I was utterly dumbfounded.
From here it was only a short walk around the point to Little Cove where we watched the surfers crowding the quiet bay, all waiting for that perfect ride back to shore.
It was still before 7am when we parked up at the nearest Mcdonald’s and while one of us ordered coffee’s the other had a wet wipe wash in the bathroom and changed in to fresh clothes.
It was exactly the type of place we’d hoped find ourselves. A place we had no need to go to and would likely never visit again, but a place that existed to be found.
It occurred to me lately, after spending a year living in a new city, that I'd become fixated on its current state. Finding my feet within a new culture had required a leap of faith. All of my energy was focused on catching up, and then keeping pace with the whirlwind adventure I'd latched onto. Living... Continue Reading →