Farewell, Sydney

There are a couple of people I’m really sad I didn’t get to see this weekend. One in particular, I’ve been calling every other day for about four weeks to talk about moving but he hasn’t called back at all. I’m now processing the sense of...

Summer in Sydney is thunderstorms and haze

I wrote the line above in a poem for my grandmother. And Sydney has just done me proud. In town to farewell friends and family before I head for the US, I have had a perfect time so far. My party at The Different Drummer was upgraded to the top-level room with the...