The Answer Sure Isn't There
I joined littik on her road trip up to Brisbane last week. Both of us were a bit sleep deprived, so the most random things were terribly amusing. Anyone for Gourmet Backpackers Icecream? Don't worry, it is not suppose to make sense.
I was hoping to find a few answers to some questions I was having about myself. I thought the once familiar surroundings would enlighten the girl I once was and rekindle the heart of yesteryear. That girl doesn't live there anymore. Pieces of her still do, but the city doesn't hold on to anything of what I thought I needed.
I visited a few of the people that keep my heart tied to the city, but if I could transport them all and a few others elsewhere, like to Melbourne, I doubt I would ever return. I was there for a couple days and wanted to turn around and go back to my beloved Melbourne. I don't belong there anymore.
I think the lack of having a car there hindered me as well. I was offered a loan car, which broke when I got 10 minutes down the road. It hadn't been driven in a long time and chose the moment I drove it to shit a fanbelt. There went my transport. I had to rely on the public transport system and others for lifts to places. The independent creature in me hated the feeling of being trapped. I think this was the foundation for the true feeling of the city. I was sufficating and stuck.
I could have gone back with littik, but she was staying too long. I already felt like I was there too long. I cashed in my frequent flyer points and flew back home. My true home.
I was hoping to find a few answers to some questions I was having about myself. I thought the once familiar surroundings would enlighten the girl I once was and rekindle the heart of yesteryear. That girl doesn't live there anymore. Pieces of her still do, but the city doesn't hold on to anything of what I thought I needed.
I visited a few of the people that keep my heart tied to the city, but if I could transport them all and a few others elsewhere, like to Melbourne, I doubt I would ever return. I was there for a couple days and wanted to turn around and go back to my beloved Melbourne. I don't belong there anymore.
I think the lack of having a car there hindered me as well. I was offered a loan car, which broke when I got 10 minutes down the road. It hadn't been driven in a long time and chose the moment I drove it to shit a fanbelt. There went my transport. I had to rely on the public transport system and others for lifts to places. The independent creature in me hated the feeling of being trapped. I think this was the foundation for the true feeling of the city. I was sufficating and stuck.
I could have gone back with littik, but she was staying too long. I already felt like I was there too long. I cashed in my frequent flyer points and flew back home. My true home.