A year ago today, I found myself sitting on the polished floorboards of the King George V Rec Centre tucked underneath the Sydney Harbour Bridge, clutching at my wrist.
When an expat friend recently remained stubborn on a point at odds with the reality of life and business in the US, I had to throw up my hands. ‘Haven’t you learned this by now?!?!’ screamed my inner monologue. But maybe he hadn’t.