The nostalgia of the city
We are in Brisbane this weekend to celebrate my parents golden wedding anniversary.
It was a lovely occasion, where my parents invited all the family and friends that attended their wedding in 1963. Obviously, I wasn’t there then , but I am a product of the union between Kevin and Kay.
This morning I am feeling very nostalgic, we are sitting in a booth seat at my favorite cafe in the valley, Cosmos. I have so many happy memories of times spent here with friends, dropping in after gallery openings, bringing my son here when he was little, sitting in the chapel style seats and watching the people go by.
I miss Brisbane, it is so much a part of who I am. Yet, I wonder what my life would be like if I returned. Twelve years is a long time.
Today, I am content to lose myself in my memories. Thinking about the past is easier than planning for the future.