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Mallacoota is so close I can taste it. This time tomorrow I shall be on a big-bastard bus somewhere between Lakes Entrance and Orbost, I reckon. I cannot wait to be there and take in the view of the inlet, and Goodwin Sands, and Gabo Island, and the mountains on the other side of Bottom Lake and all the little boats and windsurfers on the water; to walk down Lakeside Drive into town and see if the crappy little shops have changed which they seem to do every year; to go to the market on Saturday and see the leather man who has been there ever since I can remember, and the lady who makes the poppy-seed salad dressing that I DETEST but my parents LOVE and can't get anywhere else; to take a trip up the road to Gipsy Point on the Narrows and sit on the pier in the exact spot where Deanne, my uncle's ex-wife, flicked her car keys into the water; to drive up and down the hill to Betka beach and jump in the waves and then go into the wee pond when I'm over the waves, but then go back into the waves when I'm over the wee pond; to go to Tip beach and watch the kids climb the big sand dune and run down it again, and hate my achilles for not letting me do it too; to go to the golf course at dusk and watch the kangaroos fighting each other; to go to Bastion Point and walk along the beach to the entrance of the inlet; to get coffees at the Tide and cafe 54 and the Croajingolong cafe; to get groceries at one of the two supermarkets and say hello to the people working there who still remember me when I was a little tacker; to walk up and down the oh-so-familiar streets and get the feeling that I'm HOME AT LAST, that I am in my most favourite place in the whole world and nothing can wipe the smile off my face.
I hate only going for a week. It gives me just a tantalising taste. Even two weeks isn't enough. I want to go for weeks and weeks and months and months and months and years and years and just fucking live there, already. I want to get married there, get a job there, live out my life there. I want to do something drastic like buy the newsagents that Dad told me was for sale, and get people to run the newsagents for me and I'll move my family up there and Dad can teach plumbing at the prep-to-12 school, and mum can be the nurse at the doctor's, and Jess can do whatever she does there, and I will be the only nanny in town and RAKE IT IN, and everything will be super. Dad and I figured it alllll out.
LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!!!!!!
I hate only going for a week. It gives me just a tantalising taste. Even two weeks isn't enough. I want to go for weeks and weeks and months and months and months and years and years and just fucking live there, already. I want to get married there, get a job there, live out my life there. I want to do something drastic like buy the newsagents that Dad told me was for sale, and get people to run the newsagents for me and I'll move my family up there and Dad can teach plumbing at the prep-to-12 school, and mum can be the nurse at the doctor's, and Jess can do whatever she does there, and I will be the only nanny in town and RAKE IT IN, and everything will be super. Dad and I figured it alllll out.
LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!!!!!!