|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.