At the end of my degree I thought I had my journey all mapped
out as to what I wanted to do, and I was three weeks
shy of heading to London when I got a phone call offering me a position in the Torres Strait. It was meant to be home for six months, and it ended up being home for just under two and a half years. One of the things I’ve learnt is that you can make anywhere home and the best way to do that is connecting with community and
colleagues over a cuppa, sharing a laugh, and having a bite to eat, whether it’s here in a cafe or under a mecha tree
in the Torres Strait. It wasn’t lonely, it was home.