|Beautiful old building|
My parents were born in other states so they don't have the emotion and loyalty to Queensland that Queenslander's do and should have.
In January this year my grandma had a stroke so mum, munchkin and I went down to NSW visit her. It was the same week that the Brisbane river decided to remind us that she can be a bitch as well as her lovely usual self. I begged my mum to take me home so I could get home and experience the trauma with my city. I think she understood to an extent.
It made me think about my relationship with my city, my home. Why I felt this pull to be there when it needed me most.
I came up with one word. Loyalty.
Brisbane has been loyal to me. Yet I haven't been entirely loyal to it.
This morning a bus reminded me that I still am not loyal to Queensland. Yes, a bus. A bus filled with balloons, streamers and various photos of Queensland.
|My fellow passengers|
|Thank you bus|
There I said it. I'm a moron, I mean a maroon (sorry dad).
I think Queensland deserves my loyalty.