As we came in to land at Kingsford Smith I saw Wattamolla and the Shire, Kurnell and Botany Bay. For the first time ever flying into Sydney I felt… nothing. No anxious desire to prove that I have turned out well. No satisfaction at feeling I have nothing to prove. I felt nothing at all.

I’d had a similar moment of clarity looking at myself in the plane’s bathroom mirror, and seeing in my granny-glasses and messy bun the little old lady I am going to be. Sydney is just the place I grew up, and I am just Rachel.

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