Last year was the year of high school reunions. I was planning on attending my 10 year reunion so I could write a piece about reunions and do an investigate type story of “Where are they now?” “Did anyone invent post-notes?” and “Did the Wodonga 1 in 4 will be pregnant by 19 years old stat come true?”

She died in her sleep. Her heart just stopped. They don’t know why. I read these things in the palm of my hand.

The thing about a working holiday is that you will feel constantly conflicted because you’re in a new country and you want to explore that air that smells like coriander, steam, rubbish and chilli and spend all that baht.