COMING HOME IS SOMETIMES HARDER THAN LEAVING : our heroine, the prodigal daughter, the wandering highlander islander girl, having run the world over - in 2005 returned to Papua New Guinea Proper for the first time - there she lived a little and loved a little too - in 2007 she landed Closer To Melbourne Than Madang and awoke in 2008 "The Year of Alex" - a year to Reclaim her BestSelf to be a GoodGirl to be Better to be Kinder to HurtHerself Less - by clasping her heart and veering hard left
Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and then for money. MOLIERE
You wouldn't know it ... but sometimes I miss Sydney so bad I can taste it. Some of you will know what I mean. Not so much SIDONEEEEEEEE ... but the mourning of having left something, some life, some limb behind, that can't ever be reclaimed, relived, refit. And I miss it. Miss a blue sky and a windy day. Miss knowing there is nothing in the distance except the future.
posted by highlander islander @ 13:49
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