an open letter of sorts.

It doesn’t take that much neglect for things to quickly deteriorate, does it? I’ve learnt that the hard way. Multiple times. (Which would suggest that I didn’t learn it in the first place…)

Something that I do know is that I don’t want this little rascal of a passion project to end up on that list too. So, with that in mind, please excuse me for a minute or four; I have a little note to write on the back of a piece of scrap paper.

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To my darling blog,

The past month of my life has been… unique. (Yes, that was deliberately diplomatic.) Although it has been quite emotionally draining, its being so has been a good thing, for it is hard to progress without change, n’est-ce pas?

the nepalese kitchen, surry hills.

Image courtesy of Healthy Soy Cooking.

It’s easy to walk past this small, unassuming restaurant without a sideways glance. Nestled in among Crown Street’s variety of renowned culinary delights, even some Surry Hills locals haven’t heard of The Nepalese Kitchen before.
And that’s their loss.

sliding doors.

The fleeting seconds in which je vous ai vu…

Image: Sukanit Photography

Descending from the harsh morning air, my cheeks are hit by the warmth brought forward by the masses scuttling around in this tiled maze.

My power walk from home catches up with me as I join the queue, over-heating in this trench coat. Ugh. For the love of peanuts, I just had a shower!

I look ahead in the meander of bodies and I see a familiar figure near the front of the line.

It’s you.

an open letter to a former friend.

When your close friend becomes an acquaintance.

If our relationship was depicted in latte art, this would be us. (Image: Bad Latte Art)

Here we are once again. You and I.

Seeing you, it’s like going to the dentist – an occasional appointment which you begrudgingly force yourself to attend.

It’s an obligatory ritual in which we go through the same steps as last time: assess the situation, clean with that pointy thing which I don’t really like, clean with the toothpastey thing which is comparatively better, then rinse! My dentist is a lovely, lovely woman – she is caring, intelligent and pragmatic. We make small talk about our lives and her adult children, whom I know.

Except you are not my dentist and my teeth are no cleaner after having seen you.