Home again. But its not the same!

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Home again. But its not the same!

For practically my whole life; before I moved to Queensland, Melbourne was my home. Everything about this place excited me; the busyness of city life, the unpredictability of the weather, and even the chaos of peak hour traffic. In my tyke eyes Melbourne was a rollercoaster and I was on it. Though like all rollercoaster it came to a stop.

On a Saturday morning car ride to netball (over four years ago), mum in her ‘by the way’ tone said, “oh akkie, remember to tell Jenny you won’t be playing anymore, we’re moving to Queensland next week”. My world was shattered. Melbourne was going to be a thing of my past.

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For the next week nothing registered. Thinking was beyond me and understanding wasn’t even an option. All I knew was everything I knew was gone; late night shopping at Chadstone, Moomba, the Melbourne show and Ashwood tennis were thing in my past.

For months while I watched Nooser sunrises, I longed to see my breath form an icy vapour on a chilly Melbourne morning. Everything I saw, tasted or heard couldn’t compete with Melbourne. I remember my first day at Brisbane State High; everyone was so friendly and trying to involve me in everything. Chansmelly  (don’t worry ...

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