My blanket cocoon
Soft golden light moves up my cheek, the warmth drawing me from sleep. I pull the blanket over my head and will sleep to return. If it won’t, I’ll seek comfort in my blanket-cocoon. The world can’t find me here.
Soft golden light moves up my cheek, the warmth drawing me from sleep. I pull the blanket over my head and will sleep to return. If it won’t, I’ll seek comfort in my blanket-cocoon. The world can’t find me here.
History tells us that we won’t end homelessness in Australia by building more crisis accommodation, and it’s clear we can’t rely on the private market to fill the growing housing gap.
Kids these days, am I right? We can’t hold down a job, we expect to be promoted before we’ve proven ourselves and we put our career needs before the needs of an organisation.
Financial knowledge isn’t enough when we know there is a large gap in financial literacy between young people from advantaged and disadvantaged backgrounds.