When I say I’m missing Sunshine, I don’t just mean the weather. Yes it’s been awful weather here, and in that context, well yes I do miss the sunshine. But believe it or not, I have my own home (actually the bank owns my home, but you get my drift) in a Victorian suburb called Sunshine.
Nothing against Maryvale – but nothing compares to where you’ve come from and where you’ve grown up. Nothing compares to home. My whole life is still in a sense tied up in Melbourne. I really miss my house. It took me a long time to make it just so and I miss the comfort it brings me. To add to that, I miss my own bed, fresh sheets and fluffy pillows, the whole shabang. I’m missing my walk-in colour-coordinated robe. I’m missing my pristine leather couch. I miss my cute little kitchen. I miss seeing and having coffee with my friends. I miss my family. I miss the largeness of the city. Somehow, even the closest biggest town here (Warwick) just doesn’t cut it. The population of the town is still only one third the size of Sunshine!