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.