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Routine Stifled My Creativity
At 5:30am every weekday, my alarm goes off. I get up, stretch the stiffness out of my back, get dressed in my work clothes, put the kettle on, go to the toilet, make some tea, eat some muesli, scroll a handful of news feeds (never really paying attention to any of them), pack my lunch,…
“Absolutely Not An Alcoholic”
Am I an alcoholic? Some might say that if I have to ask myself this question, I probably already know the answer. I sit here writing this with a margarita close by and a small child watching my every move, sipping on her juice box. She’s got dark curly hair framing her face…
A Roadtrip From My Bedroom
I had just stepped off the ferry on Minjerribah – or North Stradbroke Island – when I discovered my home state South Australia had slammed the borders shut to Queensland. Bonnie, a girl I had met 30 seconds prior, broke the news, spiralling any plans I had for the foreseeable future down the drain. “I’m…
Sober, Single and Saucy
I woke up on the 1st of January this year in a double bed spooning two of my friends in their dad’s apartment in a small town just out of Sydney. I’d spent New Year’s Eve doing the coffee table dance competition with my top four Myspace friends after the COVID restriction hammer was dropped…

Astray is a storytelling project centred on travel, place, culture and identity.

We’re run by a team of writers who mostly live, work and play in nipaluna / Hobart. With reverence, we acknowledge the Tasmanian Aboriginal people as the traditional and ongoing custodians of trouwunna / lutruwita / Tasmania: land that was stolen and never ceded. We pay our respects to Elders past, present and emerging.