I wasn’t going to blog today.
But then my friend Meg sent me something. And it made me go a bit bouncy.
Before I post it, I just want to give you some background *clears throat*
See, I grew up in a small regional town in Tassie. It is a lovely town. It’s by the ocean and not far from the forest, and it has the best fish and chips and jelly slices (obviously eaten pre-coeliac-ness) in the whole wide world. But it’s also not very big, and not a lot happens there. When Chickenfeed (for mainlanders, this is a bargain shop, kind of like Dimmeys) opened in the main street, they had a sausage sizzle and there was a line to get in. It was the social event of the season.
Anyway, for this small-town kid, the most exciting thing in the world was going on a dinky plane from Wynyard airport and flying the often terrifying little jaunt over Bass Strait to a magical place called “Melbourne”.
For those of you who were raised in Melbourne, or a similarly big city, you are probably thinking “Jeepers, this Kate person must be a real bumpkin to think that Melbourne is magical” but, oh, I did! It was huge and people wore crazy clothes and played music in the street and there were interesting smells and a zoo with baby gorillas and a butterfly house and it was hot (we went in Summer, obviously), and there was a library with a big glass roof and restaurants that served amazing exotic food and cake shops with incredible delights in their windows and a BIG FACE THING YOU COULD WALK THROUGH and … gah!
Yes, I thought Melbourne was magical. Still do, actually. For awhile there, when I was a teenager (before I realised how strong a hold Tassie had on my heart), I thought I might move there. Now, I’m content to just visit but, when I do, I am still struck by how much of a potent impact it has on me.
So, when Meg sent me this image, I gosh darn nearly cried.
That is MY BOOK! THYLA! It is LIVING IN MELBOURNE! PEOPLE IN MELBOURNE WILL SEE IT!
Thanks, Meg, for sharing this with me. It’s a little bit magic.