the ocean.

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The ocean is scary yet strangely calming. When you are but a single dot in the endless blue, bobbing up and down in the ebb and flow of the waves, you feel at peace. You may be surrounded but are still alone. The horizon in the distance a mystifying concept, calling to you yet unattainable. Then comes a wave bigger than the rest, inescapable and towering over your minute little being. A mouthful of salt. Eyes streaming with tears. Now you try to escape this large unforgiving expanse of water. But the drag pulls you back, unwilling to let go and you get out but two words before being pulled under again. Gasping, and coughing you resurface, resuming your rush to the pure white sand. Trembling and cold, you pull your world weary body to the beach towel wondering why you entered in the first place, that calm serenity a forgotten idea.

jervis bay two point o.

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Back again from four days of shenanigans, drunken nights, freezing beaches and warm dips in the jacuzzi with a few of the people I love best in the world. Another overload of cherished memories, indescribable but I feel the need nevertheless to put down in words before the cruel hands of time steal them away. 

Train-ing it down, damn track work lengthening the journey but not minding much as time passed quickly chatting with the girls. Six dollar bus trip which drove us in circles, before finally arriving at the house, with four p-plated cars out front, one mirroring its owner with the typical derped p plate.

Long drunken nights of “never have I ever…” with vodka punch, shots shots shots, testing of limitations, and drunken ping pong and of course the ever welcoming invite of the bathroom. Leaving behind empty bottles and plastic cups everywhere, one disgusting disgusting sink and quite a few hot pink, apple red painted toenails and finger nails.

Cooking cheap homey meals for a troop of fifteen with help and happily proud of the results, beaming with pride at every empty plate and serving of two. Not so much by the literal sing song thanks despite attempts to stop it.

Braving the beaches despite the freezing waters, sun baking with what little was left of the winter sun, and burying one from head to toe and feeding him yellow jelly snakes. But only staying so long before running home to the warm waters of the amazing outdoor jacuzzi.

Lying on the middle of the driveway, star gazing at the clear night sky and talking, hoping for a shooting star. Intense games of ping pong, messing with gatsby, endless movies snuggled together in front of the warm fire, and late nights talking in bed.

Pruning in the jacuzzi for a few hours under the night sky, ignoring the light sprinkle. Having endless fun with a blown up goon bag, and empty beer bottles, easily amused by such simple objects. Hushing every now and then, hoping not to cop a fine for being rowdy at midnight. Playing “shoot, shag or marry” for every single person and discussing best face, legs, butt and body in both genders together with the boys, completely comfortable and nonplussed. Goes to show how close we have become over six years.

Disappointed by a lacklustre sun rise and one hour of sleep. Running around doing last minute cleaning and packing, sad to leave. A crazy drive home, swerving in and out of the traffic, boxing people in and being pelted with coffee cups and banana skins, mid-driving. Driving at over hundred and pumping the music loud enough to jam together across the two cars, windows down. Moves like Jagger.

Overall, an amazing four days.




side note: that picture is possibly my new favourite picture that I've taken personally to date

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