**note to OJ1 tutors, while I wrote this months ago I'm tagging it #qutoj1 not for it to be marked but to give a background on why I decided to do this blog topic**
Grew up in a small town
And when the rain would fall down
I'd just stare out my window
Dreaming of what could be
And if I'd end up happy
I would pray
It's amazing how much feeling and emotion something so small can instill in you. Last night, as I walked home through the spitting rain from the ferry that had brought be home from the casino the song that occupied much of my childhood rushed into the forefront of my mind. As every small child does, I really felt like this song was about me. I did in fact grow up in a small town leaving us with not much to do but exercise our imaginations. My head in the clouds demeanor may be, in part, attributed to this upbringing.
As a child I always knew that I wanted bigger things. Each year as our family of five, packed into the back of a Ford Falcon, drove over the Gateway bridge in an epic conclusion of the mammoth 12 hour drive I would look at the city lights and know that I was better suited to a city of thousands.
To be fair, I loved growing up in a small town. Our house was surrounded by grass fields and towering sugar cane paddocks. I was all but unable to comprehend the notion of worrying about privacy. Our primary school, only a short walk away had guinea pigs and goats, and there was a caravan park beside the school that sold lassos for 5c a piece. It was the perfect, quaint, upbringing.
Still, this didn't stop me dreaming. Each time we visited our family in the city was like a new adventure to me. I think that growing up in a small town and seeing the same people in the same places doing the same things every day made me more excited for the potential to meet people and experience new things than someone who had seen this their whole life. Sometimes I get together with the friends that I grew up with who have also made the move and the wealth of culture and entertainment possibilities that surround us never seems to elude any of us.
This beautiful city that we are so privileged to call home has an infinite number of possibilities to entertain us each day and I think we take that for granted all too often. What I'm trying to say is that only boring people get bored. I don't know that I have been able to describe myself as "bored" once since moving down here (well, sitting in lectures excluded) because there is always so much to do and as country kids all of it is still new and exciting to us. If you ever feel bored in your city open your eyes and view is as a tourist, what would you do if you only had 24 hours in your city?
As a child I always knew that I wanted bigger things. Each year as our family of five, packed into the back of a Ford Falcon, drove over the Gateway bridge in an epic conclusion of the mammoth 12 hour drive I would look at the city lights and know that I was better suited to a city of thousands.
To be fair, I loved growing up in a small town. Our house was surrounded by grass fields and towering sugar cane paddocks. I was all but unable to comprehend the notion of worrying about privacy. Our primary school, only a short walk away had guinea pigs and goats, and there was a caravan park beside the school that sold lassos for 5c a piece. It was the perfect, quaint, upbringing.
Still, this didn't stop me dreaming. Each time we visited our family in the city was like a new adventure to me. I think that growing up in a small town and seeing the same people in the same places doing the same things every day made me more excited for the potential to meet people and experience new things than someone who had seen this their whole life. Sometimes I get together with the friends that I grew up with who have also made the move and the wealth of culture and entertainment possibilities that surround us never seems to elude any of us.
This beautiful city that we are so privileged to call home has an infinite number of possibilities to entertain us each day and I think we take that for granted all too often. What I'm trying to say is that only boring people get bored. I don't know that I have been able to describe myself as "bored" once since moving down here (well, sitting in lectures excluded) because there is always so much to do and as country kids all of it is still new and exciting to us. If you ever feel bored in your city open your eyes and view is as a tourist, what would you do if you only had 24 hours in your city?
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