Reunited at Surry Hills Festival
Though I had vague plans for the day to visit a couple of galleries, do some work I needed to catch up on, and to go the Surry Hills Festival, the day started slowly. I woke, fumbled around, and then went back to sleep.
Later in the morning I picked up a message from my friend, Cathy. On a whim, she and her partner had booked a last minute flight to Sydney for the weekend. And while he embarked on a four-hour coastal walk with a friend (not her kind of thing), she sent me a message, asking if we could catch up.
And indeed we did, wandering for a while around the Surry Hills Festival, before finally catching up at The Trinity where, over a couple of drinks, we caught up twenty-something years of life. We first met sharing an apartment at Griffith University, and, as you do, lost touch with each other, before finally reuniting through Facebook. And now, today, in real life. Life is excellent.