A few years ago, before we had Boodi, and moved from inner city Melbourne to semi-regional Geelong, I lived a very different life. I was the accounts manager for a national costume jewellery company called Tiger Tree (I do miss being the queen of accessories, as my friend Rachel used to call me), I travelled for ages each day on the 246 bus from Elwood to Collingwood, firmly plugged into my iphone music library. It was a long trip through peak hour traffic, perfect for reading and dreaming and tapping out little observations in the notes section of my phone. It was pure bliss in retrospect, and I didn’t really mind it most days.   We lived in a shabby apartment with the most…