Some far away, most within a few hours of Brisbane (though always with enough distance to assure my inner child that we had eclipsed the place we grew up in). I was content to keep this transient (read: avoidant attachment) lifestyle going. I had no plans to move back to Brisbane – until very recently.
I’m willing to indulge a bit of kismet in my prodigal return to the city.
Things are falling into place and, dare I say it, the move feels exciting. You probably don’t need to be an expert…
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