Living abroad, the prospect of heading home for a sabbatical is joyous. Yet, when you live on the other side of the world from your hometown there’s something quite anxiety-ridden about journeying back for a once-a-year trip (for that’s what money and time can only afford). Existing and prospering away from your home is unnatural. It’s not normal to suddenly…
It was hot. Very hot. The air was dry and you could taste the remnants of the dust in your mouth. The beer was cold. The water murky. Sounds of an unknown creature kept you up at night. The people were tough and unapologetic. They were survivors – surviving the barren, harsh and unforgiving landscape – and subsequently their exterior…
‘Here’s the thing,’ my best friend Diana exclaims loudly to an audience of 125. ‘She’s half bogan, half posh – a total 50/50’.
I wake to the sounds of mastication. Dry, heavy, enjoyable, brazen and blasé mastication. Something or someone is masticating outside of my tent. It’s 1am.
It’s 5:30pm and the sun is setting over the thirsty Australian bush. The dying yellow embers reflect off the ancient Nourlangie Rock and cast an orange glow over the flat red soil plane. Tired gum trees stoop low and the azure billabong is deathly still. Saltwater crocodiles bask on the bank.
There’s a multitude of reasons as to why we shouldn’t irresponsibly catapult ourselves and envelope a 550-million-year-old site in sweat, thongs, stubbies and singlets.
Nostalgia is a multifaceted emotion, and a nostalgic impulse for a place that once was can be whimsically romanticized upon reminiscence.
The concept of identity is multifaceted, no? In a world obsessed with labels, identity, specifically with who and what, is consistently debated and analysed.
A myriad of colorful and rich stereotypes ensures an easy laugh for the Australian within the international sphere. The bushie, battler, surfie, townie, bogan – culturally enriching and farfetched prototypes of the Land Down Under.
The romantic nostalgia associated with ‘coming home’ after a prolonged absence is incomparable. Books, films, poems and letters have been written in celebration of the ritual.