08/06/2026
A weekend in Venice with six of the friends Iāve known for almost twenty years.
We met when I was teaching English in Brighton - eleven of us, men and women from countries all over the world, ended up living together in one house. And somehow, two decades later, weāre still here. Still organising trips across continents. Still showing up to each otherās weddings, milestones, and harder seasons too.
I talk a lot on here about filling your own cup.
This weekend was that.
Not because I was in a beautiful city. Because I was with people who actually see me - who I donāt have to perform for. Who knew me before I knew myself.
Thatās what nourishment looks like.
Thatās what coming home feels like.
Real connection. Real laughter. The rare gift of being known. š§”