Looking over Sydney on my way to Hobart I am struck again by how beautiful it is.
I almost pity born and bred Sydneysiders as they don’t get to have that moment of “oh wow this is a gorgeous city”.
For my kids it will be that place they grew up; sure they’ll think it’s great, why wouldn’t they? But I still remember my first trip over the harbour bridge twenty one years ago.
Now, as I look out my window and marvel that we leave the ground so readily, I strain for a last glimpse of Sydney and miss it.
Luckily I’m easily distracted and the sky is beautiful.