Back in Brissie for a few days…
The first thing I noticed was sitting, waiting for a train at Roma Street, and about half the men were wearing shorts. “Oh yeah”, I thought to myself, “you can wear shorts in Brisbane in the middle of winter”
That’s the thing about coming back to Brisbane that always surprises me. Even though I lived in Brisbane for four years, and have regularly visited Brisbane for most of my life, there are things I remember, and things I forget. I’ll walk down a street and know instantly where I am. I’ll turn a corner and be completely confused.
I had a moment of complete confusion, for example, where I thought I was staying at one hotel, when I was actually staying at another. OK. Maybe I’d had a few drinks. BUT, I put it down to the familiarity vs unfamiliarity I have with Brisbane. It still feels like a place I know very well, but it also feels quite different, having changed in many ways.
Highlights from the trip included catching up with family, meeting a really great guy who is actually now living in Sydney and who has family from Lismore (WTF?) and travelling Business Class back.