life

For years, I didn’t have a hobby. I thought that hobbies were always something like art or playing an instrument. I hadn’t found anything that made me excited enough to declare it my hobby of choice. I told myself that I just hadn’t found my passion… and that kind of freaked me out. 

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When I moved to Australia, not only did I need to learn to drive on the opposite side of the road, but with the steering wheel on the opposite side of the car. Yes, I drove over more than my share of curbs initially, and parking took me an eternity, but those were not my biggest adjustments. 

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The shelf was near overflowing for months, but I wouldn’t admit it. There was always more than a sliver of space which was an open invitation to keep piling. Photo albums, cookbooks, and children’s books my kids had outgrown years ago. All happily co-existed – until they didn’t.

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