Everything feels new today.
When I reach the corner of Eagle Street, I pause to take a sip of water.
Guess I no longer need to save it for hitch hiking.
Plenty of taps around here.
I’ll save the fizzy drink and chips for dinner.
Before I walk into the library, I wanna ditch this awful shirt and beanie.
I hate this smell.
At least I’m done with the disguise.
It served its purpose.
That truck driver must have thought I was a chronic drinker or smoker, smelling like this.
This is the stench of home.
My old home.
I guess it’s not my home anymore.
I don’t have one.
???
Yanking the shirt and hat over my head, I bundle them into a ball.
First rubbish bin I find, I biff it like a basketball into a hoop.
The sun is brutal this time of day, so I grab a clean shirt from my bag.
The one with the pocket on the front.
Should have remembered to bring a hoodie too.
But there wasn’t enough room in this backpack.
It’s easy to forget things when packing in a rush.
At least my mum would be proud of me for remembering my toothbrush.
No toothpaste though.
I can buy some of that when I’m rich.
Ten, eleven, twelve.
I’ve lost count of how many cars have driven past, and how many shops I’ve seen.
Gift store, camping store, clothing store.
I want to browse every window, but I’m busting for the dunny.
I get the feeling people around here don’t just pee in a bush like I did back home.
