I joined Facebook ages ago with no real interest beyond “jumping on the bandwagon” — it all struck me as fairly pointless (and still does, for the most part).

Then yesterday someone requested to be added as one of my friends. This person was a friend from Rooty Hill Primary School — someone I hadn’t seen nor spoken to in 18 years, in other words. And one of her friends on Facebook I also knew from back then as well.

It’s funny the synchronicity of things. Only recently have I been reflecting on my so-called “westie roots” and the differences between the rather homogeneous Blue Mountains and the more multicultural western suburbs of Sydney, and it seems I’ve stirred up the past in more ways than one!

Maybe Carl Jung wasn’t so cracked after all…