the end was just the beginning
It's a bittersweet birthday this year. I turn 46 today and 23 years ago I met Husband. So that's officially half my life ... geez I can't even begin to give you a word or phrase that encapsulates the sadness of it all. And today will be my first birthday since our fateful meeting in... Continue Reading →
I'm having Newcastle withdrawal symptoms. They strike me quite regularly. The signs include gazing off vacantly into the distance while fantasising about renovating a little beachside hacienda in Merewether; imagining drinking a glass of pinot grigio while gazing at the waves at The Merewether Surfhouse; dreaming of popping over to Bistro Tartine to nibble on... Continue Reading →
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