I live in the Hills District of Sydney, North West of the CBD, with my husband Ramzi. It's worlds apart from Docklands in Melbourne, our previous home in 2018. Before that we spent four years in Perth, Western Australia, and that's four years of my life I'll never get back. After feeling like a Nomad for almost six years, I've come full circle and returned home to the state I love best, New South Wales.

I was born and raised in Sydney's inner-west, and spent much of the 1970s in what I now describe as suburban hell. The youngest of three, and the only girl, my brothers and I learned the meaning of streetwise from a young age. Looking back I'm not sure if it helped or hindered my long-term survival - a bit of both, I guess. Sydney is where my heart belongs. It's where my daughter and granddaughter live and I travel there often to be with them.

My first book, a memoir called, Every Shitty Thing - One Woman's Journey Through Brothers, Betrayals and Botox, was published in August 2018.

I am a traveller at heart. I just have to learn to pack less. My husband would agree. My toiletries alone fill half a suitcase. Clearly a gypsy life was always going to be a pipedream.

For people who don't know me, Marcia is pronounced Mar-C-a, not Marsha, as in The Brady Bunch. My friends call me Marce, Marcy and sometimes Moo - my granddaughter calls me Moo-Moo. I'll answer to most names except Marsha.

It's taken me 50 years to realise my life isn't about punishment. Finally, I understand that all the shit I've been through isn't random or coincidental. I believe it was necessary - and it's got me to exactly where I need to be. It's a work in progress, and so am I...

In 2019 I'll will be working on my second book, Every Fabulous Thing. I hope it won't take long, but given my history shit is bound to happen...