Sydney

Once we arrived in Sydney we checked into a hotel called Adina hotels. It was located up the road from Bondi but only crazy people would go swimming in winter, I mean subzero temperatures. Oh wait, what. Apparently I did go swimming in subzero temperatures. 





                                                                             ^Bondi

Wonder what that makes me but never mind that. The first week was a relaxing week were we didn’t do much other then catch up with families who were there for the time being or living in Sydney. We had dinner with the Youngs caught up with the Burtons and went swimming with the Beckiers (yes it was very very very cold, so cold that in fact only Alex and I stayed in for long). We also saw my godfather.

< us and the Burtons

 The second week on the other hand was the week where every one left but me (I know, so neglected). Mum went to Byron (cause she missed out the first time), dad went surfing in Fiji with David Swiki and saffron went of with her friend Annabel to the country. I don’t know how their week went but mine was nice and calm. I stayed with my grandparents, Joan and George.

This brings me to my second bout of philosophical wisdom, or you can call it whatever you want to call it. Memory. It’s a very funny thing. One can easily remember what happened 3 years ago at a going away party, but cant actually remember what he/she had for dinner last night. Or when you want to forget something and suddenly you do but then a certain something or someone suddenly reminds you and that memory comes back with its shrill voice screeching, “I’m still here”. And those days when your sitting around trying to remember something witch u just cant get your grasp on but u know its still there lurking in the back of your mind just out of reach but taunting u constantly. Then there are those times when you are about to leave somewhere and u have that faint sensation that you are forgetting something and you have a mini panic attack as you check that every thing is there. Also those days when you studied for a test for months and you sit down to take it and you don’t remember anything. Its like one can never truly forget something, that all your memories sit there gathering dust in some archive in your head and every now and then someone brings those files to attention. And the more dust they gather the more effort is needed to recover them. But that is enough abstract thinking.

My week was spent reading making a Lego (Joan loves it when I make them) drawing and sitting in front of a TV.  We also walked up to the coffee shop, the shopping mall and I spent a day with my cousin toby. The thing that brought up this bit of philosophic wisdom (don’t know what else to call it) was one of the dinners I had with them. Like in any family dinner we would converse but this one started with a lot of remembering. Joan, George and I would be trying to remember various things that happened in the past all related to some topic that I cant quite remember when George as a joke (I think) forgot. He would ask Joan how many grandparents he had, if this bloke sitting a cross the table was one of them (as in me) and who was his second grandchild. Joan after a while got a little worried but we laughed and laughed and laughed.

dad> <George

As always a new week started and I went back to the Adina with mum to meet the family and after a few more days and my passport going into an industrial washing machine we left to Melbourne again.