Till Our Next Meeting

On a Tuesday evening I find myself sat on a grey recliner, surrounded by plush pillows, fleece blankets and the white noise from the TV. in the warmth of a heated room and the presence of my housemates, I felt this sense of calm. and content. Right about now marks a little over a month since the move into leafy Doncaster.  In that span of time, I’ve found a regular route for walks and runs, a go-to shop for essentials, a market that I make a point to go to for bargain fruit and veg. In my bag is my ID badges for agency work and my usual site. Moreover, I am proud to report that I got a job that I wanted so badly. And it feels like my career is back on track and things are falling into place. I’ve settled into the comfort of afternoon walks with the girls and the dogs and evenings spent in one of the two lounges chatting and chilling while the sky goes dark and the surroundings quiet down.  Currently Melbourne is in lockdown which means tight restrictions; Meanwhile restau...

If one day I find the courage to love again, it will be someone as incredible as my dad. I realise it’s Fathers’ Day today in most countries including the Philippines. Almost as quickly, came this gentle wave of gratitude and blessedness for my own father and how he reared me and my siblings. (Mom, if you’re reading this, don’t be jealous. You know I love you equally and if you scroll down a bit you’ll see a poem I wrote for you. Dad doesn’t have one.)  Interestingly, the holiday came to conception after a daughter campaigned for it for years as a way to honor her single dad. It actually wasn’t nationally recognised in the US until 58 years after the first official Mothers’ Day.  My dad wasn’t a single dad though. (As marvellous as he is, he couldn’t have done it without my mom who called at least once a day and flew nearly 8000km every 4 months to see us. ) But dad had his hands full with us majority of the year and he was an all-a-rounder. He would wake up early to ...