I went to my Mum's in Brisbane for the weekend. I took Sarah. She is very low maintenance. Although a fussy eater. She asked for duck pancakes for dinner which cost $50. We didn't realise the price until it was too late. At 9, she already has expensive taste.
The house my Mum lives in is the one I grew up in. She (and my Dad) have lived there for about 45 years.
The vast majority of my childhood memories are in that house. Going back is a kind of weird. The last significant change was the reno my folks did when I was 12.
I used to spend hours and hours in the pool. They put it in when I was 4. I learned to swim in it. Some dude called Mr Sheen used to come and dunk me under the water. Eventually I stopped screaming. Because inhaling pool water is really unpleasant. I learned to swim pretty damn fast after that.
|Still in swimmers just before bedtime. I love it when they wear their swimmers for hours.|
The view of the river is not spectacular. The Brisbane River is not pretty. But as someone who grew up with that view, it's very comforting and familiar and relaxing. And lush and green and Brisbaney.
|It's no Sydney Harbour, but it's pretty cool.|
We're home now, the 5 Christensens back together as they should be. It's where I belong. But I love a couple of days with just one child. And of course, it's great to see my Mum.
And I am lucky to still be able to visit this house, to have all the memories so accessible, to sleep in my old room, show my kids where I grew up. It's pretty cool.