Confession. I have a passion for reading other people’s diaries. Virginia Woolf. Oliver Sacks. Helen Garner. I collect them. I devour them and then I find myself reading them over and over again, taking different…
Tag: #cominghome
Coming Home – To Living With Dogs
Going away on our camper van adventure meant so many things to us. It meant a week of relative freedom – from responsibility, from routine, from ‘normal’. Gosh, we needed it! Coming home, then, truly…
Coming Home – To Travel
I have such strong emotional recollections of camping as a child. A long weekend in the tent with mum and dad and my two sisters, sleeping on bunk camp stretchers, playing endless games of Pontoon…
Coming Home – To Friends
You many have heard on the grapevine something about milestone birthdays and all the festivity that comes with that. In my case the letter ‘f’ featured heavily. Family. February. Flamingoes (that one was a surprise!). …