Two weeks after I got a job in a chicken shop in Bronte, this Canadian guy with bright blue hair came in, and we got to chatting. He asked if I wanted to stay in Australia, and I told him I loved it but that I needed a boyfriend to stay! Jokingly, I asked him if he knew anyone and he jokingly said he’d ask around!
I had come to Sydney with the marketing company I was working for in New York, and had fallen in love with the city. But I was working almost 70 hours a week . . .