Now that I live and work in Sydney after six years of London life, my new home has proven to be welcoming, but full of uncertainty. Like tensing a muscle for a long time and only noticing it once relaxed, I am full of anticipation, longing for that moment when I see the signs that I belong.

Four more days. As I started packing a good two months ago, inspite the possibility of seen as a complete nut by others, I can safely say I am very, very excited. Although England is now quite an upgrade with its January weather to the last three weeks in Finland, where Jess and I discovered the difference between -20C and -25C was that in the latter your nostrils freeze pretty much shut. I will miss London but I shall not miss this rain, rain, rain.

Weaving and planning, planning and weaving. Working towards a brief that got me so excited I can barely feel the frostbites that creep up on my poor toes in this god damn cold London weather. Brrrrrr.