Walking around my hometown never phased me much, I've lived here all my life, 18 years, it's not the most fashionable estate, not pretty on the eyes, definitely not a place to live if you don't like being around violence, but it's home to me.
When I go out to Newcastle, my home away from home, for parties/gigs or anything of the sort, the best part is getting on a bus home to my house and knowing "Oh, I'm only 5 mintues from my amazing bed."
The only downside is I live very out of the way from everyone else, but it does not phase me, because I get a break from all the drama. Only a select few people know where I live so when I get death threats saying "I'm going to come to your house and rip your shitty little fringe off of your head" I laugh because, they assume I live in Newcastle. Sad.
I have so many memories in this place I call home. From my rebel days, mainly. I was such a bad ass back then. This place also has a bad rep, and the dickheads that pollute it don't make it any better, but I'm never bothered. I can walk around here at 3am and not have to have a worry, people think that's crazy because Ivan Milat use to live here. Silly idiots.
It's not a pretty place, in the least, but it's home.
And I love home.
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