It is nearly exactly a year since we swapped inner-Sydney madness for the somewhere else. A year since I packed up a home of 8 years (albeit one owned by someone else) and left that place. The place that had seen me through some incredibly turbulent times, some beautifully fun times, where my big boys did some major growing, where we all had true friends, magnificent neighbours, a crazy newsagent, excellent coffee, good food and comfortable familiarity.
The Illa-who-a? The Illa-what-a? Where... Tirrol?... No Thirroul - rhymes with Ja Rule (thanks Mrs King).