Two decades ago...

I have just had my 20th birthday. I have now lived for two decades, one fifth of a century, quite possibly one quarter of my life. The realization that my childhood is now behind me has left me feeling a little nostalgic sooo I have here attempted to sum up the first quarter of my life - listing the top twenty 'things' that made up my childhood (in no particular order).

1. Blue denim overalls
2. Rugrats
3. Coco Pops
4. Red flavoured Push-Pops
5. Powerangers
6. My chunky, purple rollerblades
7. Matching BFFL necklaces
8. Kinder Surprise chocolate eggs
9. Jonothan-Taylor Thomas
10. My pink bicycle with a white wicker basket
11. Teenage mutant ninja turtles - Michaelangelo was my favourite
12. Tyre swings
13. Lip smackers
14. The Backstreet Boys
15. The Little Rascals (movie)
16. Tweety Bird
17. Secret diaries
18. Captain Planet
19. Leonardo Dicaprio
20. My i-Zone camera

Spring

It felt a lot like spring time yesterday morning, although it is still only August. It gave me a kind of buzz, the air was fresh and the sun out. As a walked out onto my front steps a butterfly flew in and about my ankles - it was positively lovely. Then I had to go to work.

Leura

Recently, a group of friends and I spent a week away at Leura which, for those who don't already know, is a small town in the Blue Mountains, Sydney. The most common reaction I got when telling people of my plans to holiday there was:

What the hell are you going to do in Leura for a week? 

This was understandable, as it is not exactly the liveliest of towns - not the type of destination choice expected of a group of young girls. But for me, the town holds a kind of romantic charm. Now, I don't mean romantic in the sense of rose petals on the bed, champange bottles, and bubble baths. I'm speaking of sitting by the fireplace with a cup of tea, drawing pictures with fingertips onto frosted windows, visiting quaint cafe's and book stores romantic. There's a relaxed ambience there that you can't help but get caught up in - and the handmade chocolate boutiques are awesome.

What did I do in Leura for a week? Nothing much. And I loved it.

When I grow up I wanna be an acrobat.

My eyes are heavy from a lack of sleep, my nose is dripping, and my hair is being flung about by the wind - I don't care enough to move it from in front of my eyes. Looking through my wallet, I find a few used train tickets from the week before. I organise them into a neat pile, tear them in half, then into quarters, and slot the pieces into a gap in the blue bench beneath me. There is no place I hate more than the train station on a Monday morning. Everything appears to be so much worse of a Monday morning.

I should be doing readings for uni - but i'm writing this instead.

The train station can be a depressing place. Coming off the train of a weekday evening, Joe would always say "How sad is this? The drones on their way home after another day. What's most depressing is that tomorrow they'll have to do it all again. Five days on, two days off."
After hearing this I'd always feel the urge to run away and join a circus, or a colony of nomads or something - anything to avoid becoming another drone.

Nevertheless, Monday morning has come again, and an acrobat I am not - I'm sitting on a blue bench at the train station, tearing old train tickets into little pieces.

One.

I've always had a busy mind - full of questions and observations. So after an age of scrawling random musings onto concert tickets, coles reciepts, and the 'notes' pages of my diary, I've decided to free up some space in this busy head of mine and join the blogging realm. Do I have a clear idea of what I'm here to write about? No. I have no fervent political views, or all-emcompassing passions - although I do share a very real love with red gummi bears. But I love to read and I love to write, and I'd like to think a have a few interesting anecdotes/thoughts to share. I'm Frankie, and this is my blog.