On this day 25 years ago I arrived in the UK with enough money to last (almost) two weeks, no credit cards, no return ticket, nowhere to stay, and no job waiting for me.

We drown people of colour for less, even if we just bombed their country of origin, but I was white*, so I was alright.

I think about this sometimes.

* and male, and a native English speaker

The week previously I had no idea I would be leaving Australia at all, or that I wouldn't be going back.

Sometimes the wind just
... changes.