Somehow, it was a year ago that I was first settling into my room overlooking Waverley Park. I spent countless hours laying on my bed in a dreamy daze watching the palm trees sway in the wind, listening to the traffic on the busy street below. It was the first place I had ever felt a sense of ownership, content with the items I filled the space with – a little curated world that was all my own. I don’t think I’ll ever stop dreaming of that Bondi Road abode – so in her honor, here’s a tribute to my first love.