No matter how far the distance, it has to intersect at some point especially where lechon is involved.

Which was how I ended up on the other side of town to finally catch up with Gayle. The celebration was supposed to be last week but then I conveniently got conjunctivitis on the day that my driver slash husband slash butler was out on a side gig that actually pays him money instead of the brownie points I give him so that was obviously a no-go.

Good thing Gayle and AJ were quite flexible in celebrating Wynter’s first birthday. Otherwise, I would’ve missed out on the lechon. And their company, of course. Which was the most important thing of all.

I mean, obviously.

I may have been 30 minutes and 1 month late in giving her a welcome hug to Australia but god, I was so happy to see her at the doorstep of their new home and their brand new lives. Having been an immigrant myself, I know what it feels like and I kind of felt protective of her. It’s a lot of adjustment. But she’s a tough cookie so I reckon once she finds her perfect bottle of wine, she’ll be right.

We didn’t plan it because who the hell plans these things but our vibes must’ve been totally vibing that we both rocked up in similar costumes channelling Morticia Addams.

Our all-black ensemble was giving Melbourne.

Either that, or Marilyn Manson.

*Raven at 7 years old