My best thoughts of the week, collected and presented to you for your Sunday reading. This week: what it means to be a well-kept woman, how Selling Sunset is ruining and improving my life, and running – can we not?
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Life on Film | Australia
After two years of living in Stockholm, I finally flew to Brisbane for three glorious weeks of feeling like a tourist in my own home.
My love-hate relationship with writing
Lately I've been feeling incredibly resistant to do the one thing that brings me immense joy. The thing that makes me feel purposeful, contented, warm. The thing that is good for me because I'm good at it.
Sunday’s Best 16.07.23
My best thoughts of the week, collected and presented to you for your Sunday reading. This week: physical touch as a love language, my new cyclist persona, and how I got scammed by a group of teenagers.
Life on Film | Vol 9
A very late but telling roll of film. It speaks of seasons changing, of friends reuniting and opportunities emerging.
Sunday’s Best 12.02.23
My best thoughts of the week, collected and presented to you for your Sunday reading. This week: Steve Carrell, real estate conundrums and the euphoric experience of laughing until you cry.
Sunday’s Best 15.01.23
My thoughts of the week, collected and presented to you every Sunday. This week: homesickness, an ode to my Fitbit and the ambivalence of 'life admin'.
Life on Film | Vol 6
A life recap over the past two months? Well, I recently started seeing a therapist. There's that. I also completed a 168-hour TEFL course (Teaching English as a Foreign Language) and am now a fully qualified TEFL teacher. I signed up for a 10km charity run, my bank account got hacked into, I sat and…
Life on Film | Vol 5
Interstate escape routes, park walks, and an inflated kids pool turned into an adult ball pit. Slow days at work, morning yoga sessions on the mat, Valentine's Day roses, and naked swims alongside bioluminescent plankton. The zeitgeist of the past two months can be attributed to the definition of 'mending'; mending boredom with trips away…
An Extended Hiatus with Copious Banana Bread and A Few Mental Breakdowns
I’ve always been one for sentimental dates. Over the years, and especially around this time of year, I’ve viewed this behavioural ritual as a nostalgic catharsis that reminds us of the moments between point A and point B.










