It's a far cry from when I'd just arrived in Cairns, knew no one, and was suffering from chronic back pain that left me unable to do anything apart from carry a two-litre carton of milk. That was in 2010. I hated Cairns at first; now I love it more than pretty well anywhere I've lived, and for good reason. I feel loved and, more importantly, appreciated for who I am and what I do.
not being on top form last night; my back hurt, and I ended up doing most of the set sat on a stool.
I've been working part-time at The Cairns Post for nearly a year, and this week they took me on as a permanent employee. I think this is pretty good for a 57-year-old. It's part-time permanent, but it's paid holidays, and not only do I continue to edit the education paper every Tuesday, it seems I get to write my own column every week. I bashed out a quick rant on Wednesday, about trying to buy a new suit, and my friend Lauren Dor ran it on Thursday. This wasn't a considered piece, it was a rant, but I now have the chance to write about the things I really want to rant about.