struggling to keep track of where I am and trying to count the good things as they come and go. I’m with Isaiah in Canberra at the moment, as he brings together a project he’s been working on for months. whilst he conquers this mountain, Josh finishes his first term as a classroom teacher. I couldn’t be prouder of them both.
Pia is in Australia. an accidental friend from a cheap hostel in Milan. the warmest hugs and a feeling as though no time had passed between laughing together. she’s exploring the country and promises to visit Tasmania with me later on.
Paris’s cat, ‘little guy’. a beautiful baby who reminds me of Tiggy. he’s been looking after Zi and I this week.
my little guys.
little guy and Paris.
Maggie Simpson - sacrificial lamb of Mr Burns: a post-electric play. Isaiah and his friends have created something very special. I’m humbled to witness it.
little guy sleeping and little guy perching.
moments of wonder in the capital - Pollock.
national portrait gallery - or Lorde, Melodrama?
Mils and Nic holding me this week.
I’m a little shaken at the moment and I count my lucky stars Isaiah and Paris have kept me close and busy. I worry how it’ll feel returning to Sydney and the quiet of my tiny bedroom. mum and dad will arrive tomorrow, and I’ll be with them once more for too little time before taking the trip back to my other life. it all moves and my heart stays the same.
I’m lucky and I won’t forget it, but I feel how I feel and I know that it’s real. <<
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