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No matter what I do, how hard I try, I can't seem to convince myself why.
On my eighteenth birthday, my grandmother decided to tell me the answer to the question that I'd been asking her for nine years. I'd asked her why they (my grandparents, my mother's parents) disliked my dad so much. I figured it was because he had treated my mum badly (my dad is what I like to call a dormant alcoholic).
But early on the morning of September twelfth last year, my grandma rang me and told me that she thought I was old enough to hear the truth. And she told me that they disliked my father because he took us from New South Wales so we couldn't see them. I can remember how much I cried after we left home. And how much it hurt not to even hear from my grandparents for three years. How much I swore to hate Hervey Bay. How angry I was at my parents for making us leave the Central Coast.
Home is where the heart is.
I'm not even angry at my dad anymore. But that phone call decided it for me - that I was going to move home, that I wouldn't let my dad win this one. Going back this year just made me realise how much I miss it, how much I love Sydney and the Central Coast. I never feel better than when I'm flying over the Sydney skyline. I cried when I landed in Sydney this year, I was so happy to be home.
Since I came back to the bay, I've talked a lot about how much I miss home. Someone told me that I was hurting them by saying how much I didn't want to be in the bay. That's not the case at all. I love Hervey Bay. I'm so grateful that I came here now, because I wouldn't have met the people that mean the most to me in the whole world. But my heart is in Sydney, and it never really left. I've found myself uttering the words "I want to go home" so often. The three most important people in the world to me are there - my grandmother, my grandfather, and James.
I have another reason for going back now. I'm so worried about this person, I desperately want to be closer to them.
And I don't care what the Hervey Bay people say anymore. I want to go home.
"Step up on the plane with both feet riding in seat number three on a flight to Sydney. Sending me home on the friendly skies."
On my eighteenth birthday, my grandmother decided to tell me the answer to the question that I'd been asking her for nine years. I'd asked her why they (my grandparents, my mother's parents) disliked my dad so much. I figured it was because he had treated my mum badly (my dad is what I like to call a dormant alcoholic).
But early on the morning of September twelfth last year, my grandma rang me and told me that she thought I was old enough to hear the truth. And she told me that they disliked my father because he took us from New South Wales so we couldn't see them. I can remember how much I cried after we left home. And how much it hurt not to even hear from my grandparents for three years. How much I swore to hate Hervey Bay. How angry I was at my parents for making us leave the Central Coast.
Home is where the heart is.
I'm not even angry at my dad anymore. But that phone call decided it for me - that I was going to move home, that I wouldn't let my dad win this one. Going back this year just made me realise how much I miss it, how much I love Sydney and the Central Coast. I never feel better than when I'm flying over the Sydney skyline. I cried when I landed in Sydney this year, I was so happy to be home.
Since I came back to the bay, I've talked a lot about how much I miss home. Someone told me that I was hurting them by saying how much I didn't want to be in the bay. That's not the case at all. I love Hervey Bay. I'm so grateful that I came here now, because I wouldn't have met the people that mean the most to me in the whole world. But my heart is in Sydney, and it never really left. I've found myself uttering the words "I want to go home" so often. The three most important people in the world to me are there - my grandmother, my grandfather, and James.
I have another reason for going back now. I'm so worried about this person, I desperately want to be closer to them.
And I don't care what the Hervey Bay people say anymore. I want to go home.
"Step up on the plane with both feet riding in seat number three on a flight to Sydney. Sending me home on the friendly skies."