new year, new beginnings. somehow, time constantly appears to slip away from me even as i convince myself that i have the upper hand. i can't begin to describe how my last months in have been; in a nutshell, it has been a mix of work and play, with a bit of discovery and exploration thrown in for posterity.

9 months on, and i'm still stumbling across new aspects of the city that i've never known before. and this is what i love most about melbourne. i suppose i should dust off my camera and start re-documenting the most livable city in the world.

in some ways, i feel so out of touch with my blog now. it used to be my one refuge during my early oh-so-sad years living in Australia, and words would flow out of me like the River Jordan breaking its banks. i wonder if it has to do with growing up and growing old? perhaps it is because i am no longer (not as much??) the self-centric narcissist that was once prone to taking selfies and having a tri-weekly whinge about how hard life and everything else was.

i suppose if i can stop being so lazy and apathetic, i could probably revive this again somehow. a weekly pictorial post, perhaps?