Anyone who has grown up in a small town will be able to relate to the feeling of just wanting to escape. For as long as I can remember, it was something in the back of my mind, a constant need of wanting to venture out and possibly never return.
I grew up in Wollongong, a suburb south of Sydney in Australia, and whilst it’s technically not considered ‘small’, it’s small enough to make you sometimes feel suffocated from too much gossip, receptiveness and familiarity. I’ve since flown the coop and settled in Wollongong’s bigger sister, the city of Sydney, and it’s amazing how absence really does make the heart grow fonder.
They say that man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it. This statement couldn’t be truer for me. It’s a simple walk at sunrise on Wollongong’s South Beach that has me longing for home forever more.
Wollongong is an hour and a half south of Sydney, along the Illawarra coastline. It is literally where the mountains meet the sea and you can get there by car, bus or train.
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