Michelle wrote me the most painfully beautiful letter ever. It’s dated from the 18th, but she wrote it on the 19th, while I was packing. She gave it to me on the morning of the 20th, at the Armidale airport, just before I was getting on the plane.

Michelle and I sortof figured things out on the 16th, hoping that things will be better living apart in Brisbane. But everything fell apart on the 18th, and on the 19th I booked my flight to Sydney. For the 20th.

A month in Armidale coming to a close. Some very good times here, with Michelle’s family and friends. A busy Christmas, with a visit to the local, outdoor, swimming pool on Christmas Eve, 12 people opening gifts in the morning (mom, dad, 5 sisters, Tam’s husband Marc, their 3 kids, and me). An absolutely phenomenal [...]