“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice.” ― T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets Surprise! I’m still here. Still breathing, kicking, and shape-shifting my way through Berlin and the rest of Europe. Still buying time, and lives, unpacking the past, and anxiously stuffing it away again. As usual, I’ve waitedContinue reading “Ending on a high note”
I told you I would haka my way into 2016. I meant it.