I wasn’t meant to be in Darwin. I was meant to be walking the streets of Amsterdam, admiring the architecture and wearing the chic all-black winter wardrobe I’d built while living in Melbourne and working as an architect at a top-tier firm. I was holidaying in Vienna on my way to my new life in the Netherlands when everything changed. My flight to Amsterdam was cancelled, then my accommodation booking followed. The pandemic had arrived.
I made a split-second decision to fly back to Australia as international borders closed around me. I’d been preparing for the end of winter in Europe, and I found myself in the thick heat of
