It started as something to pass the time. I remember being 10, in 2001, at my grandmother’s house, a 1,000-piece puzzle spread across the table. I was determined to complete it before my mum and sister returned from a hike. By the end of the day it was done, and something clicked. There was a sense of satisfaction in fitting those pieces together.
After that, puzzles became a regular part of my life. I was always dipping into them – whether it was a quick 500-piece puzzle at the weekend or a more ambitious one over the holidays.
