A Few Days Away
Taking off in the middle of exam week can have its disadvantages but you know what they always say…you should always try your hardest to make the most out of a bad situation.
So it wasn’t really a bad situation at all. I got a little writing done…
A few new freckles…
And somehow made it down to Hastings for a bite to eat
And despite the fact that I had a seriously disgusting face consuming flu, I still managed to gaze peacefully out to sea.
Say Hello Miles…
I jump into the first available cab it smells like ciggies and sweat and aftershave. 8:38pm on time impressive.
As soon as I exit out of flight mode the clock immediate flicks over to 9:38. I’ve just lost an hour of my life. I’ve been back in the city for barely 10 minutes and time is flying before my eyes.
“Is that address Redfern” the cab driver asks
“No, Surry hills” I snap
Aggressiveness – city girl.
Cab driver continues to talk about how he once lived in Surry hills, I proceed to ask him several questions about his three daughters as we turn down Bourke St.
Engaging in conversation with cab driver – Noosa girl
We stop outside The Dirthouse, I give him a fifty.
He passes me the change as I gather my bags. I count it and it’s short $10.
I argue with the cab driver for a minute but eventually get my change.
Arguing for money – city girl.
The cab driver pulls away from the curb and I continue to stand there on the street marvelling at the bright lights, fresh new graffiti and our dilapidated mansion swaying tall and proud in front of me.
As much as I like to refer to myself as a city girl now, there’s no denying that I’m a Noosa girl at heart.
Sometimes it takes me a few days away to appreciate this. I know it sounds stupid but I can see things a lot clearer now especially after being able to step away from it all.
I jiggle my key in the old lock and finally it clicks open…