When I was little we would often make trips up to Sydney to see our extended family. It was almost always fun, from being spoiled by the grandparents to playing with our cousins, who conveniently owned a swimming pool. I am very grateful that my parents took us there so regularly, as it meant that both my brother and I built a good, enduring connection with our cousins.
But, being a homebody by nature, there was nothing like seeing the telecom tower on top of Black Mountain as you started to drive back down into the Canberra valley. It meant we were home.
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