my island home

confession:

i grew up in hobart, tasmania.

*pauses and gives you 5 minutes to make all the tasmanian/incest jokes you like*

being tasmanian gives you an inability to laugh at yourself

never take life too seriously

i moved to the big city just under 3 years ago and being

away from such a pristine and beautiful place makes you appreciate

what you had even more.

sure, there's no high fashion shows, crazy socialite parties,

no trains, no david jones and no bondi beach.

however, tassie has friendly, down-to-earth people,

amazing (& cheap!) pubs, beautiful national parks only a short drive away,

the bellerive oval, freycinet, strahan, launceston and hobart all within a couple of hours drive.

i miss things like going to the Victoria Tavern on mondays and having $1.50 spirits

going to Taco's and having fishbowl size margs,

drinking on Salamanca lawns,

going to see all the Rosny college performances,

camping at Port Arthur, Cadbury chocolate factory tour,

going to the beach when its 20 degrees thinking its a heat wave,

getting really wasted at isobar, curly's, mobius and the tele,

never caring about what other people thought..

the list could go on for a while.

i rate tassie and never shy of telling people that

i do hope that one day, probably when i settle down,

that i'll move back.

i may not have been born there

and i may not live there now

but its where i call home

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