Where I live

I’m lucky to call an edgy, buzzing suburb just outside Melbourne home—a spot that keeps me close to the energy yet lets me step back when I need to breathe. Just off the iconic Chapel Street, my neighborhood never slows down; it's always alive, whether it's midday brunch seekers or night owls heading home at dawn. Weekends are prime people-watching time: dogs strutting with their owners, friends hitting up brunch, fitness fanatics fresh out of early classes, or the last of the bar crowd weaving their way back.

Walking is the only way to go around here—parking is a joke, plus, my fur child is always in tow. The parks around us are a mix of best-kept secrets and big social hubs, where locals picnic and unwind with family, friends, and dogs.

Then there’s my little oasis. Tucked away on a quiet street, my place is a sanctuary from the city’s noise. My postage-stamp-sized backyard has been taken over by a greenhouse-turned-pottery-studio, with my wheel, kiln, and everything else packed inside. It’s supposed to keep the “ceramic chaos” contained, though, when inspiration strikes, my tools and clay somehow invade the house.

This creative setup fuels my constant flow of ideas, and I can’t wait to bring you along for the ride.