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I love my neighbourhood
When I first moved to this house, after the honeymoon period was over, I realised I hate living in Footscray. I lived to move. Mostly I wanted to move back to St Kilda. After a year of living in Yarraville, the trauma of living in a 'gentrified' area was dimming and I could only remember the good times, totally forgetting most of the good times happening in venues that are now closed or from which I am banned for life. Cos a banning is for life, not just for Christmas you know.
But just lately I've been getting this feeling. I tried to deny it at first, but those little tentrils of feeling wrapped themselves around my heart, like a triffid squeezing the life force out of it's victim. Now I will say it openly. I love Footscray.
I love shopping at Footscray plaza, hunting through the discount underwear racks (no other K-Mart seems to have the discount underwear rack like my K-Mart has), buying cheap spring rolls and admiring the view from the top storey of the car park. I love the Vietnamese bakery that makes the best salad rolls in the world and brilliant green and blue striped jellies. I love my gym just down the street. I love the downmarket cafes and the little discount stores and the chicken shop man. I love my Pho resturant and the deranged bustle of the Footscray market. I love living 10 minutes drive from the city. I love Forges with their co-joined stores and cheap roast dinners. I love Footscray Mall with its cheap electrical stores and African cafes and junkies shooting up (ok, maybe I don't really love the junkies, or the people having knife fights). I love the reassuring rumble of the 3.00am freight train. I love the Japanese cafe opposite centrelink and the hairdresser where I get $13 haircuts. I love drag racing P platers along Footscray Rd. I love my nearby discount meat outlet and the cafe/florist and walking down to the swimming pool on hot Summer nights with my towel over my shoulder. I love bitch sessions with strangers at the train station about yet another cancelled train and domestic dramas to break the boredom of the journey.
Footscray -- what's not to love.
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