The kids and I are staying with my parents at the moment, in the green and leafy suburbs of Melbourne City.
I am deep in hedge-envy. (What, you haven't heard of hedge-envy? The deep covetousness of orderly lines and flows of bounteous leafiness, bordering lush English and Italian style gardens, the whole whispering 'established'. And let's not get to 'oak-envy' - the desire to transport the shady, oak lined streets of my childhood, to my own, not so shady present hometown, whose more obvious features are broken windows and power plants, although we do do a nice line in roses.)
Anyway, I met up with one of my best and oldest friends. We went to primary school, high school and uni together, holidayed in Scotland together and had kids around the same time.
And it was strange and gave me a little bit of a heart-melt to see our kids playing together - giggling wildly over kindy-humour, running across the oval, climbing up the slide - in one of the parks we used to go to as teens, not so very much older.
I don't know if the kids will stay friends. I don't know if their kids will play together, and if so in what city, town or state it will be, but I like to imagine that they will be friends, wherever they end up.