Image by Patrick Andrews
This Christmas, I spent two weeks back in Melbourne, the home-town I hadn’t visited in over fifteen years, re-discovering old haunts, re-encountering long-lost extended family and eating an entirely absurd number of mangoes.
Having come back and launched into habitual busyness, I haven’t really processed the experience yet – of which more anon, I’m sure – but in case you missed it, here’s what I had to say before I left over at Michelle McGrane‘s Peony Moon).
I love going back. I remember first time back in Adelaide for about ten years, being able to find my way around almost by instinct and the thrill it gave me to be able to do that. I guess that’s what ‘home-town’ really means. And, yes, walking around in 40°C, wearing thongs, shorts and t-shirt and gorging myself on peaches and nectarines was (and always will be) pretty awesome too.