Four Years Later, We Finally Pitched It

From Bahrain to the backyard, honouring the past in the present.

This weekend I turned 48. Which feels… fine. Nothing wildly profound about it, except that it’s now been four years since we packed up our lives overseas and came back to Australia.

On my 44th birthday, we boarded a one-way flight home after sixteen years abroad. Two kids in tow. Aussie by passport, but both born in faraway places with no memory of gumtr…