The dots.
1. Moving out of Richmond, Melbourne in 2009 | 2 – 4. Elizabeth Bay, Sydney (including the flat’s pet duck-geese; the view from my balcony) | 5 – 6. Majorca Building in the city, Melbourne | 7. The kitchen of my Northcote flat, Melbourne | And for now, but not much longer, 8. Broadway Market, London.
So happy! We’re getting the keys to our new house tomorrow! It will be my sixth move in four years; for a long time now, new flats have been even more of a measure of what my life is and how it’s changing than birthdays. What does this new one mean?! It doesn’t matter. It feels like home.
“You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards.
So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future.”
