Hello Sydney...

It's nice visiting an "old" stomping ground. It's like looking at a loved and well known place with a pair of fresh eyes. Before we left I couldn't imagine Surry Hills not being my home. Coming back (I'm working at Belvoir ST Theatre all this week - hence the radio silence!) it still feels lovely and familiar. All the well dressed, hip young things, the cockroaches, the aggressive drivers and care free (helmets anyone?) cyclists. The really really good coffee and the lack of silence. At once familiar yet not home anymore...