This day was lovely. The weather was delightful, the mood was calm, and the food was fantastic. Everyone was happy.
The entire family was great to us; thank you for abiding by our unconventional requests — you helped make this day perfect. Thank you also to the lovely owners of Chatfield Hollow Bed and Breakfast — your magical forest hideaway swept us off our feet.
For our closest family and friends, here is a photo gallery holding some of our special moments.
It makes me feel lazy. I’m sitting in a room with 15 other Internationals and I’m the only one limited to one language. They’re communicating with me in English, their third or fourth language, and I don’t even have the option to sift through several vocabularies looking for the right word to use; I’m limited to one and I feel like the laziest person in the world. Continue reading
We settled into our first apartment in Neukölln – the latest Berlin borough to be hailed as the centre of all things ‘hip’ – and began to explore our new surroundings.
Sydney to New York to Berlin.
Joe and I were in the depths of an immigration nightmare. He had outstayed – and we had both outgrown – Australia, and I wasn’t allowed back on American soil without some form of visa/approval/impossible bullshit piece of paper that proved I’ve never kissed the lips of satan or pinched a police officer on the ass.