I Love A Sunburnt Country

"A land of sweeping plains, 

Of ragged mountain ranges,

Of drought and flooding rains..."

One of my favourites... but I didn't just mention it randomly, it's linked somehow, I swear. 

I was riding up to my violin lesson and I found myself super dooper early so in a heat-induced desperation, sought shade in the bush lining the road. As soon as I was engulfed by the gums I felt at home, secure.

That got me thinking of my affinity with the bush, how that if I could live anywhere in the world, I guess I would ultimately choose a large house smack bang in the middle of the Australian bush with a expansive veranda, hammock and large windows. Sure Paris has the fashion, culture and history, New York the modernism and opportunities, Tokyo's buzz or the lazy Mediterranean. They all have fantastic points to them, but I would only feel like a foreigner. And that's bound to happen where-ever I go with this milky skin colour.

I guess in the bush, it's somewhere that I'm comfortable. I can be moi without the etiquettes of society or the need to interact. It's like a release, a certain- can't believe I'm saying this- freedom..

Now before you laugh, pat me on my head and send me on my way, just wait and think. I reckon everyone has experienced this kind of satisfaction at least once, so can you remember when you felt something similar?

 

So I stayed there until I really had to move or I would be late and Mrs Smith would be twiddling her thumbs wondering whether I had been hit by a rouge 4WD. But man, I could have sat there an eternity and gotten thoroughly sunburnt.