This is blog 26. And, gosh... you know what that means? It’s been over six months since we moved from our comfortable life in Melbourne to our somewhat uncomfortable equivalent here in Silicon Valley. What a journey it has been. I want to thank you, dear reader, for being a part of it. Do you … Continue reading [26] Twenty-Six
So, picking up where I left off, picture this: I’ve just made it to NYC to begin my long-awaited birthday weekend. A group of my dearest, bestest, most loved girlfriends is waiting for me. And after multiple delayed/cancelled/whatever flights, I’m finally on my way to cocktails. Finally. Friday After a while in the taxi spent … Continue reading [18] Welcome to New York 2.0
It’s a new soundtrack I could dance to this beat The lights are so bright But they never blind me Welcome to New York It’s been waiting for you Welcome to New York Look, I’m not above some T Swizzle. Despite its being described as the worst NYC anthem of all time, Welcome to New … Continue reading [17] Welcome to New York 1.0
The Trailing Spouse. It’s a term I’ve only recently come to know, describing a reality I’ve only recently come to experience. Learning this term from a dear friend of mine was one of those moments when in an instant, the entirety of your experience just seems to make sense. As humans, we’re constantly searching for … Continue reading [14] The Trailing Spouse
Remember my last blog post? The one where I recounted my near-death flying experience? Well, I didn’t learn. This is the aftermath. You know when someone tries to explain something they’ve never experienced? Like child-free people telling you they know what tired is (“Oh, I understand sleep deprivation, don’t you worry! I work crazy-long hours … Continue reading [3] Making Choices
Once upon a time (i.e. back in 2014), Cam and I flew from Melbourne to London with our eldest daughter, Clara. She was six months old. It was the worst 24 hours of my life. Honestly. It was worse than being in labour. I’m pretty sure Clara screamed non-stop for 24 hours. I wailed like … Continue reading [2] Three Under Four
