Spring in Sydney.
Your story isn’t calm.
The road has been chaotic at times filled with detours, pain, and loss so sudden, so soon. Sometimes the bliss was so elevated your heart could hardly hold it—it was maddening to have, and then to lose.
You learn soon enough that it hardly goes as planned—gentle, easy, and smooth, but that is what makes you fascinating. You have something to tell. Something you’ve walked through. Something wild. Something courageous. Something true.
You’re made of stories within stories within even more stories. Those quiet depths of you.
There is something incredibly special about travelling with someone who has known you for more than three decades. Someone who remembers every version of you .. the younger you, the more chaotic you, the dressed-up you, the tired you .. and who can still make you laugh until your stomach hurts.