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...