01/03/2026
In the 1980s, this was home for me.
A hotel motel isn’t the conventional childhood…
but then I’ve never considered myself conventional.
It was brief.
It was formative.
It shaped me in ways I’m still discovering.
I rode my bike in this car park.
I blew out candles in this bistro.
My brother was born here. So many milestones wrapped inside these walls.
Today I walked back in and touched the walls,
and met the version of myself who existed there, then.
There’s something powerful about meeting the younger version of yourself… and realising she’d be proud.
And I am.
Grateful for who she was.
Grateful for who I’ve become. -