a The Transit Lounge: Habits That Die Hard

Back in the Day: I had a quarter life crisis, headed to Osaka, Japan for the unknown–only to discover that a passport plane ride are not necessarily a ticket to escape. Some Years Later: Settled back in Oz, the man of my dreams ended up in Tokyo for work–which is how a passport and plane ride showed me home is where the heart is. And Now: Well as luck would have it, we are about to embark on Japan Mark 3, with a baby in tow and another on the way...

Wednesday, January 17

Habits That Die Hard

A peculiar habit I have is reading the Death Notices in the Herald Sun. I don't know why, my sister does it too. Anyway, was reading it yesterday and discovered my best mate's grandfather had died. Not the first time that has happened. I remember Dad discovering his mum's cousin - which in a strange family skeleton in the closest type twist turned out in fact to be his mum's brother - had died by flipping through the notices too. I guess there is a lesson in that for all of us. When you figure it out, tell me too please.

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