Six weeks now until I ship off down to the deep south. Already I'm growing nostalgic for Sydney. This Leichhardt, espresso-sodden, this Parramatta Rd serried with auto dealers, this cat, this tree, this bookshop, this Newtown, this nine-storey library, this blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this Sydney. Sigh. Who would've thought I'd grow up to be such a sentimental old bloke?