I've just reached day 50 of quarantine. Day 50. I can't believe it. I feel as though it's a milestone that requires/deserves/demands celebrating but of course all the things I'd like to do to celebrate are temporarily not allowed. But how temporary is temporary? Nobody really knows how long this way of life is going to last, do they? I certainly don't. I've been living day by day, not making many plans, keeping my head down and spending more time at home than I ever have befo

Quarantine. A term I never really understood or thought about until this year. And what a life changing term it is. Living in Melbourne, Australia is amazing at any time of the year and I am so grateful to be locked down in this part of the world. In the last 2 months however, my life, like so many people around me, has changed completely. I've never really been one who 'slows down' well. I'm a go-go-go type of person, so being forced to stay home has been a breath of fresh (