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Homecoming


A state border is after all just a line in the dirt so why should it make such a big difference?  The houses grow stilts.  The roads get narrower.  The way towns are laid out have a familiarity to me a country town Queenslander by birth and upbringing.  I have never been to Cunnamulla but I feel strangely comfortable.

I find it a little disconcerting.  I didn't expect this trip to be a homecoming.

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  1. I've always liked those Queenslander houses, they are built for the climate, not like our brick ones.

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  2. I like Queenslanders too. But I suspect they would be a little too airy in the winter time.

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    1. You are right, they are way too airy in the winter time. The mornings are quite frosty and chilly even though the days are generally warm.

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  3. Once a Queenslander always a Queenslander. I grew up in Sydney and when I visit familiar suburbs it feels like a homecoming to me too.

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  4. Yeah it's a strange feeling, isn't it?

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