It's Friday night. I'm typing this on my phone from a venue in Mooroolbark. I'm here for the SES controllers' conference which goes into tomorrow night.
I drove down after work this evening, and as directed by Google Maps I came through the Yarra Valley. This was the ex's stomping ground when she lived here, and she and I spent some very happy times there (one of my favourite pictures was of her and our girls on a sports field at Lilydale.
I'm immensely glad I drove down in the dark. It was harder than I expected just to see familiar road signs and pubs skate past the car. Even the damp clean mountain air was a reminder. I thought about stopping at Yarra Glen for fuel and a newspaper but even that felt too near the bone. I refuelled at Lilydale.
I have to say: I didn't expect to feel that way.
The conference itself looks promising. There's people here from all over the eastern half of the state, both metro and rural. A lot of the concerns that face units have been discussed already over a few drinks. It's great to spend time with people who have a common passion!