It’s been a long year, but I’ve finished two more college subjects and have only one to go. I’m celebrating by taking some time out with the family. Looking forward to it, and to starting to plan out some new projects (and my last college subject).
Aroma coffee. Corner of Lawrence Hargrave Drive and Railway Pde, Thirroul. Driving down from Sydney to Wollongong I saw this place out the car window, and after a long drive it was something of an oasis to call in to on the way back north. Plenty of tables outside, and then surprisingly few tables when you walk inside. Imagine my surprise, after ordering some food, a coffee, and a couple of babycinos when they say “have a seat in the bookshop”. Walk through the interior door and you’re in a spacious bookshop that seems to have an emphasis on cookbooks. There’s even a second hand section.
The food is freshly made and very tasty, and the coffee is competently put together. If you’re down the coast looking for a place to stop and recharge, then this is a good one.
Time for reflection is rare at the moment: my dance card (as it were) is pretty full at the moment, and it doesn’t leave a lot of time for thinking big thoughts. At least it’s only for a season. I’ve had this idea for a post percolating for a while. Here we go.
I was walking past the local train station a couple of weeks back, and realised that I felt dis-located.
The house I grew up in, as far as I knew, had always existed, and always would. My place in the world.
When you’re small, it doesn’t take much to feel at home. The place where you sleep, some toys, the building you live in, your suburb.
Grow a little older, and the concept of home becomes more complicated. Meet someone, settle down: start a new home, perhaps away from where you started. Maybe have some kids of your own, create the notion of home for them. Grow older, watch them grow up and move out.
You still have a home, but now you’re actively involved in keeping the place running. And then, you reach the time in life where you have the most possessions you will ever own.
Suddenly, it’s time to downsize. Give things away, or sell them. Try and make sure your most significant possessions end up with the people that matter most to you. if you live long enough, you’ll move into successively smaller living spaces – from house to room to bed-with-cupboard.
Eventually, you’ll own nothing at all. The notion of home finally disappearing, as you’re dislocated once and for all.
And what next?
1 Sowerby St, Goulburn. Better coffee than you might hope for from a service station, and in the shadow of a giant concrete sheep: what’s not to love?