It’s a good life

Two years ago today I had what I thought was a completely disastrous interview. So bad that I sat in my car and cried when it was done.

Here I am today, taking sunrise brewhouse shots, waiting for the day to unfold: people I like to work make it a fun way to spend the work day, home to the yellow house and the man I love more than I thought possible, off to a community fish fry and then to yoga.

Yes, it’s a very good life.


We used up our cucumber crop by making my grandmother’s relish and my mum’s bread and butter pickles.

It was a good day (re)learning skills and remembering where I came from.