I always forget how gorgeous Sydney is.
Having highs in the late teens/ early twenties celsius in the middle of winter is how it should be.
Saw my first flock of rainbow lorikeets at 8AM walking up the hill around the corner from the flat. I’m home, I thought.
Sometimes NYC being a very long way away is a truly marvellous thing. I feel my head clearing by the second.
There were mangosteens at the local grocery. If that’s not a sign of goodness I don’t know what is.