It was strange coming back here at first, a little nostalgic. I went to high school just down the road, these are the streets we used to wander when there was no where to go. Too young to go out, to old to stay in.
I always imagined that when I moved out of home it would be somewhere a bit more glamorous. Near the city, north of the river, somewhere where a cab home would cost $10 instead of $25. When it came to it though, I need a place to live and a friend of a friend had a spare room two suburbs away.
The first few days walking these streets didn't feel like growing up, it felt like I was in high school again. The shops we'd visit for chocolate and orange juice, the parks where we'd sit for hours, passing the time between school and dinner.
Soon enough the nostalgia faded as the streets gained new familiarity. Now those shops are where I buy milk on a Sunday morning, those parks are where I go for a run in the late afternoon. Each spot is renewed. I'm not the same person I was then, and the streets have changed too.
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I live exactly where I wanted to live- the city, where I used to spend all my free time as a teenager pretending to live. You know, buying a tub of ice-cream and telling hot cashier boys at Woolworths that we (my friends and I) lived in an apartment in Northbridge and we'd just run out of chocolate chip or whatever. Then we would eat it in the park across from the place we thought we would live. We even had a moving out date: New Years Eve 04, so our housewarming would coincide with midnight ticking over and the beginning of our new lives.
This was actually year 11/12. I'm not pretending I'm a mature person. When it came right down to it I was really intimidated by my new surroundings. I still feel like I'm in Europe or something, lost in streets where I don't know anyone. But at least it's never boring.
Hey I really like this piece Rachel. I like the nostalgic bent and there's a song-like quality to the way its written. It's easy to read and a neat and simple message to the story that makes it feel kinda 'homely' if a story can be that. i guess i mean its one of those sort of feel good stories. either way it made me smile.
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