I grew up in the Sutherland Shire, and then I lived in the Inner West for 10 years. I was a student and I lived in Newtown. We would eat out five nights a week, at any time of the night, any nationality of food.

My mum died and I moved back to Sutherland to be close to my dad. The night we moved back, we went up the street at 9pm and only one restaurant in Sutherland was open. I sat there and cried over my noodles. (I think the restaurant was actually closing but the woman took pity on me and served me some noodles. )


Bad Indonesian noodles (the restaurant is not there any more), eucalypts, sweet botanical smell, tears.