Cute without the E

Second Day At Torquay; The Place I'd Rather Be.
11:46am
It was my first sleep here at the beach house, first morning waking up in Torquay. It was the first morning waking up to the salty water air. The first morning waking up next to the ocean. I wake up and bring dear darling mother out to get some air with a walk along the beach. As we walk along the shore with the water in my bare toes, I look around and take in the surroundings of this amazing place. When I'm at home, this is the place I want to go to get away from all the stress and problems of my home life. Here I'm not the same Ariana I am in Melbourne. Here I am the Ariana that is carefree, that has nothing to worry about. The Ariana who doesn’t find any problems even in the most complicated of situations, only the solution. Only the bright side of situations. This is my place to get away. This is my place where my happiness fully shows without the fear and succeeding of letting the sadness take over. As me and mother continue our walk along the beach, Trent, his brother Ben and friend Andy are down at the beach. After last night deciding to catch up that exact morning, I failed to check my phone for the contact from him saying they were there. Turns out they were waiting around for ages for me. As I walk up to them to greet them, the couples catch my eye again. This place is all couples. It frustrated me. After having a chat with the boys and introducing them to my mother, we decided to take off to get our lattes. Walking around with my mum, I notice that I should really spend more time with her. With dad always working and Bella and Niki too young to make actual adult conversation with her, she hardly has anyone. Her family live so far away, and her friends are always busy with work… Note to self; book to get nails done when back in Melbourne. As we walk into the café, we can’t help but to notice the friendly people and inviting atmosphere the area has. Everyone is laughing and joking around and carrying on like there is not a problem in the world. It was quite a lovely change to see smiles on everyone, and not downer moods. We grab the lattes and dads coffee and head down back to the beach house. I put on my shorts and head down to the beach after breakfast for a swim. We get there and find our spot on the sand and head for the water. After a short dip, I get out and walk along the water down to the rock pools. On my way there I oddly find an old man with a sort of pole pump thing. I then find out that he is catching prawns. It was a weird contraption, but it was fairly useful for his job. As I keep walking, a little blond boy manages to run into me on his way to the little pool of warm water down near the open ocean. As his bright blue eyes look up at me, he bursts into fits of laughter. It’s funny how a small child at the age of around three could brighten up my morning even more than my coffee could! More couples manage to cross my path and look at me whilst their fingers locked the way ours were not only a couple of days ago. I think the couples of Torquay are out to get me, just so I could miss you more, if that were even possible. After about an hour or so, I make my way back down to where my family’s’ belongings were held.

4:14pm
We then go back to the house to get clean and go shopping for the barbeque tonight, chicken, lamb, sausages and peri-peri sauce! Yes, I had to get something Nando’s even down at Torquay. We ate and then we planned to go around the corner to get ice cream for desert.

8:58pm
As we walked along the beach as a family, Ice cream in hand, I turn to look at the ocean. It seemed that when I got here, all my problems came with me and were thrown into it, just to be drifted out to the sea to sort out for me, or even better; to just simply forget about them all. As the little ones went off to the playground with mum and dad, I sat there, just to think about what it would be like to live up here. Even in the winter, it wouldn’t be that bad, just cold, but I would be able to get used to it, I am from Melbourne after all! I sit there, and just as I had a smile on my face, 7 couples manage to walk past me once again in a row. The world likes to throw it in my face even when I'm happy. I do suppose that I would be really fully pleasant if you were there right by my side. My happiness would truly be fulfilled then. As the hour went by, we went home and the first thing on my mind to do was to call Mitch, my baby boy.

11:29pm
I went outside to make my call, and got up on my usual spot on the fence, just overlooking the ocean and the view of the line of the joint café and restaurant, the ice cream shop and the units before our row of houses. My stomach did a flip as you answered your cell, thankful to hear your voice which I loved again. As our usual fight over who thought who was cuter, a couple sits down at the café. I know a lot of them usually do, but there was something different about this couple. He was tanned, not overly but slightly, had black medium length hair, wore knee length shorts and a singlet. She had brown, almost blond hair, was quite fair and wore denim shorts with a white oversized shirt tied up, bikinis underneath. They sat at the outside table smoking their ciggie with their drinks at the table, they were holding hands and after what I presume was after every sentence, or even at the middle of the unfinished statement, they would lock lips and not have a care of what was happening around them. To everyone else, they wouldn’t seem like such a different couple to everyone else in that café, or even on the street. But to me, it was like an image of the future, they reminded me of us. It was kind of scary, but great to watch how similar they were to me and you. It made me miss you more than ever. After complaining to you about all the couples I see and then going inside to finish my hour and a half long phone conversation with you, I tell you I love you and go sit with the family to watch tennis, like we do every time the Australian Open is on. I text Trent to make our morning plans for a swim and this is where I am now, sitting here on the dining table half watching the game, half writing this up. I plan to watch the rest of the match and then fall asleep, thinking about you in my sleep and looking forward to the later morning, as it is now 12:13am on the 25th of January. My lips haven’t touched your in two whole days. That sucks. Goodnight!