It’s kind of odd being back in Canberra, the scene of so much of the fun and mischief of my youth (don’t I sound like an old man…). It’s been almost 3 years since I’ve last been here, yet wherever I go I’m reminded of the good old bad old days, and the (often foolish) things I did back then (such as walking from the airport to the city one time because I was poor and I could).
At the same time the constant flood of memories is far from being an entirely good thing, as it reminds me not only of the exuberances and pleasures of the past, but also of my misguided indiscretions and personal shortcomings that occurred in this town during that period. Still it’s nice to see it again, and catch up with friends who I haven’t seen in far too long a time…