Dear Imogen Cortis-Jones

The year has nearly ended. Can you imagine it’s already the end of November 2019. It’s been nearly four years since our experiences together. Four years since we held hands, since my first kiss, since my first experiences that I still remember.

There is this tingly sense. The Westpac fine, perhaps you’ll be seconded back to Sydney.

I always used to write about how I have no friends that are here to celebrate my successes. Today a colleague did a great preso in front of everybody that mattered, I was impressed. I was happy for her but at the same time I felt like s***. This past year I’ve asked time and time again to get more challenge and professional development. I’m basically doing nothing of note.

Gosh. I wish you were here to share everything with. The trips, the experiences. “I will always be there for you”. It made me swoon hard. I want somebody like that. Imi.