I’m sorry. To myself mostly. I let so much time slip by without  words.

One day my life changed within a second. A flash. A moment. One week later I was back in Perth, resenting my choices and wondering what the hell was going on. It was only supposed to be for 6 weeks.

2 months later, and it’s official. I’ve fallen in love with my city again. Having extended my stay three times at this stage, I’ve finally made the decision that perhaps I am ready to be back in Perth after all. Sooner than expected, it’s true, but it feels right. And I feel happy.

Why the long blog silence? Because I discovered indecision stole my vocabulary. But here is a hesitant first step back…