Back from Canberra

Some Sunshine Coast chic in Canberra

The Grant family are just back from a rushed trip to the nation’s capital, Canberra, for a Christmas break with family down there.  Along the way we stopped at some of our old haunts in Dubbo and Canowindra.  It was wonderful to see the inland areas of New South Wales lush and green again after nearly a decade of devastating drought. 

We came home via Tamworth, the town where my wife Anne was born.  I’d never stopped there and she’d left for Sydney at age three so it was a great opportunity for her to see the first house she lived in, and to show off the town to the kids.  That set up a last day of driving that was supposed to be an easy 700km but transformed into a twelve-hour slog as we dodged road closures caused by flooding before grinding along the chaos of the northern Pacific Highway clogged up with holiday traffic that had all been funneled onto it by closures everywhere else.

The trip was the first time I’d taken annual leave since assuming this position with QCCC in Queensland, and the first time the total family unit travelled back to New South Wales since we shifted lives to Mapleton.  A good enough excuse for some reflection then:

  • I was really looking forward to getting home.  We had a great time in Canberra but I was looking forward to returning to home, and work, ready to rip in.  This is a stark contrast to what I’ve felt at the end of a holiday for the better part of a decade – a profound feeling of dread. 
  • We really enjoyed catching up with good friends on several stops as we made our way to Canberra.  We might not live in close proximity but friendships forged over time means distance peels away and a reunion after a year is as though only days have passed since our last meeting.  It’s good to have friends like that.
  • The Hedgecoe clan (my in-laws) do a great Christmas. 
  • The trip south was enough to trigger a blistering return to hay fever, fuelled by high rain and an abnormally high pollen count.  One week of it was enough – when I lived there the affliction would make three months of every year abject misery. 

So we’re back and standing on the cusp of a new year, 2011.  Can’t wait.

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