I was thinking about this the other day. It was probably bought on by the last appearance of the mad women, who knows, but I was thinking about the things that make up who I am. And this is my list of the ways I know I am a Queenslander, born and bred, through and through… Dot points please.
-
This is the view from my front door and I think to myself. That better not be a freakin’ bush fire.
-
I like the country, and I like the bush but I love the beach. I don’t mind the sand, no matter how much of it there is, where it is and how it came to be there. I adore the beach.
-
It gets below 20 degrees and I whine about the cold in my summer clothes and light jacket. I immediately get a sniffle and I curse this ‘freezing’ weather.
-
I would rather be hot and sweaty even though it makes my hair frizzy.
-
I sometimes actually say she’ll be right or how ya goin’. And once I said ‘Crikey’ (which I am pretty sure is a registered trademark by now..!)
-
I refuse to pay more than $10 for a pair of flip flops and proceed to call them pluggas.
-
Despite being naturally pale and blonde, my skin almost always has colour on my face and arms. And on that note… Everything I own appears to have a SPF rating. Shampoo, lip gloss, foundation, shirts…
-
I am kind and generous and welcoming, if I do say so myself.
-
I dream of selling up and living the simple life on a beautiful piece of acreage just far enough out of town, raise some children and keep it simple.
-
Toads and snakes and spiders don’t scare me but navigating the Sydney traffic sure does.
-
When people talk about ‘Out West’, I know what they are talking about.
-
I just really, really don’t like Jarryd Haynes… go the Maroons!
Tell me. What about where you grew up is just about stamped on your forehead?
Suger 
Leave a comment