two years, 100 posts – just getting started.

This time last year, I was lost, confused, and endlessly driving home or numbing my bum on the train from Sydney to Queanbeyan. I called Sydney "home," but I still called home home. I've never been particularly good at quitting jobs, especially when I still like the people I'd be leaving. I'd found it hard to … Continue reading two years, 100 posts – just getting started.