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More Japanese food

On Tuesday I had lunch with Mum in Woden, and then frustratingly failed to meet up with the most excellent T – he of the advising me to learn to drive – due to his being unexpectedly detained at work. But he’ll be in Melbourne in two weeks; hopefully we can do it then.

E came round to see me off on Tuesday arvo. Then Dad gave me a lift to the airport and I went.. home, ie back to Melbourne, aka here. When I walked in the door of my place in St Kilda, I had this really quite pleasing sense of arriving home. It was nice. I unpacked, made some dinner, did the washing up, watched The Bill, transferred photos from my camera.

Went to bed feeling cozy and nice.

I took quite a lot of pictures of the house. It didn’t really sink in before I left what an end-of-era event this visit would be; that I probably won’t be back in the Can’ for ages and ages.

When I do go back, the family home won’t be there anymore. If I’d thought more about it in advance, I prolly would have brought the transfer cable and systematically gone out and about taking loads and loads of pictures.

That would have added a bit more focus to the trip, which might’ve been a good thing. But revisiting lots of old haunts for documentation purposes would have made me incredibly sad.

Everything to do with Canberra makes me so sad these days. I hope that will change. I have lots of happy memories of the place were I grew up, along with all the sad ones. But I’ve been so unhappy there for so much of the time latterly that those associations pretty much obscure all the others. They did on this visit, anyway.

I had to do a certain amount of sortage and retrieval of old crap because of the imminent parental move to Geneva.

The house is full of boxes.

On Friday evening I went to dinner at Anise on West Row with Mum & Dad, for Mum’s birthday. We got hijacked numerous times by other people at the restaurant my folks (mostly Dad) knew, which was very Canberran.

I went out on Saturday night with my friend E. We drank beer at Filthy McFaddens and ate Japanese before evacuating his native Kingston for Civic. We played pool at Toast, had traditional semi-drunken coffee at Gus’s, and then, for reasons which remain less than entirely clear to me, went and saw Sahara, which was crap.

I got a couple of driving practice sessions in with my mother. My clutching is improving, but my steering needs work.

4 hours down, 116 to go..

On Sunday I had a luxuriously long conversation with my sister M (who, unlike my other sister, is definitely not getting married), currently residing at a hostel in Cairns and unphoneable except on her mobile. We used to be very close. We’re less close these days, but it was still fantastic to talk to her.

On Friday morning I went out Belconnen way to visit my friend S.

Breathtaking views of picturesque Belco bus interchange.

His lifestyle seems very downwardly mobile these days.

But it was good to see him, I guess. He is currently living with two other guys and two kittens, who are brother and sister. For some reason I forget their names.

I didn’t realise how dodgy the first picture looked until after I took it.

I was late for my 3:30pm flight to Canberra last Thursday. I had to get a taxi from Swanston Street.



But I missed the flight all the same, by about two places in the checkin queue, and had to wait for the next one at 6pm.

I took some pictures of the airport but none of them came out very well.