After a couple of months of plugging away at AFTRS, putting together Next FM and then jetting off to the wild west I've had a luxurious week in Sydney (well amongst running around catching up on months of "life admin"). I had completely forgotten what it was like to have a day to myself to go for a walk, lay on the beach and read the paper without having to think about how each story would translate to radio.
The other day I did the Bondi to Bronte, a walk I have trudged about 5 million times. Sculpture by the Sea is on at the moment and initially I was miffed at the groups of people walking 6 abreast at a snail's pace while I try to sneak around them without tumbling off a cliff.
But I slowed down (unusual for me) and took a good look and was rendered a bit speechless and overwhelmed. Events like this normally make me clutch at my pearls and aggravate my gag reflex but really, we are so bloody lucky.
Sculpture by the Sea marks a year exactly since I moved home and it has quite possibly been one of the best and worst of all! At least I know I'm alive.
I'm flying back to Kalgoorlie on Sunday for a 6 week fixed term contract with the ABC which I am thrilled about. Everyone at some stage should visit and even live in the middle of Australia to see what else exists apart from the beauty of the coast.
