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  • If I hesitate and wait while considering what first story to tell, I will never tell a single story.

    As such, this first story is simple and does not contain a tale of revolution, heroes, strangers, change or anything remarkable.

    However, it is a story of where I am right now, on this rainy afternoon in a corporate meeting room in Sydney. Ten of us sit around the table, though when I say 'us' I mean it in the loosest sense. I feel separated from the people by a sense of formality and cause. They are adults, sitting around a boardroom table and discussing 'important' business matters in the development of an IT system, whereas sit at the end of the table, my eyes more often looking out the windows and onto the city as a light rain starts to come down against the grey sky. I feel like I do not belong here, like I would rather be pushing my nose up against the cold glass to focus more on the raindrops coming down the outside.

    Despite my inner feelings, I am here in this bland colored room, so I try to appear at least mildly focused as timelines and schedules are discussed at length. The question of why I keep up the pretense runs often through my mind as I listen to the rain hitting the glass softly. The chatter of other office denizens outside the meeting room clashes with the sound of the rain, and I wonder how many of them stop to consider why they chose to be here today or what the alternatives might be before commuting to this place each morning.

    Occasionally my name or team is mentioned and I tune my focus back to the content of the meeting, trying quickly to understand the present context and the appropriate response that is expected of me before anyone suspects that my mind was so far away only a few moments prior.

    Nothing of note happened in this meeting, nor to the people within it.

    The most important thing was the rain, and that I chose this as my first step into a new world.
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