We went for a walk this morning, and somehow ended up in Karrakatta cemetery. "Let's have a look," I said, "maybe we can find your Dad!". Having never met the man nor seen the grave, I was perhaps a little enthusiastic. We walked amongst the headstones, as he wasn't quite sure where it was after all these years. After a few semi-confident expressions of "I think this is the place", at last a name, in a language I can't understand, jumped out at me. Despite the barrier, it was intensely familiar, and I silently sounded out the syllables. A moment spent in silence, he brushed the end of the tomb with his hand. We walked home, taking the long way. He told me all about native flowers, and I
A friend posted on Facebook recently: I wish there was a word for the melancholy you feel when someone you never actually met suddenly dies; that strange, vague sadness of remembering them without ever having known them. The moment I read this I realised that I had been feeling the same way; wanting to know how to grieve for someone you'd never met. I'm sure this has been touched on by many people far better qualified to discuss it than I am, but still, I felt a crushing sadness to hear of his death. It has subsequently been revealed by Williams' wife that he had recently discovered he was in the early stages of Parkinson's Disease. I cannot imagine how that diagnoses must have meant to
Very recently, I got engaged to a wonderful man. The proposal took place at home one evening, just the two of us and what I now believe to be some pretty special lemon cake. I've got mad baking skills, it appears! I couldn't be happier with the way we decided to make a marriage. Interestingly, I really don't believe that marriage is a necessity anymore, and I know I'm not alone in that opinion. I am vehemently pro-gay marriage, however, because I believe that everyone should have the same civil rights. I did know, however, that marriage was a ride I wanted to take. Why did I feel so strongly that I wanted to get married? I've tried to answer this question over the last few weeks, and I've
Found via freshfreshfresh23 Isn't this amazing? Ralph Steadman lives not too far from my home in Kent. He was amazing when my boss at the magazine asked if he would sponsor an art competition for a local college. It was just great.
I am a very different person to the one I was five years ago. The fundamental change has been a huge increase in confidence, brought about by a difficult, but ultimately successful move from Australia to the United Kingdom. I'm now back in Australia finishing my studies, but when I get married next year (woohoo!) I'll be living permanently in Ol' Blighty. Let this blog be a conversation about what it's like to be a woman, a lover, a migrant and a human. I'm going to share some of the things I've learnt about moving to the other side of the world. How to do it, and what mistakes I made, that hopefully, if you're in the same position, you can avoid. This here blog is my account of things