We’re in Los Angeles, my boyfriend and I, eating cheap Thai food and talking about how much we miss Portarlington. Right around the corner thousands of tourists tread the scummy Hollywood stars pavement, which we (also tourists) will march over once sated. Somehow the glitz and glamour (mess and poverty) of Hollywood doesn’t make us starry-eyed like Portarlington.
It took 15 hours to get to the States, but we long to be where we were over 15 months ago. We’re focussed on our impending homecoming and begin making plans to move back to the bayside town with a population of about 3000, located about 30 kilometres from Geelong. It really feels that, no matter where we are, we always come back to Port.
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