Goulburn at night #1

Railway stations at night can be lonely places. They are scenes of farewells and lonely arrivals. Tonight Goulburn railway station is quiet. It is cold. The temperature is quickly dropping toward zero but at least there is no wind. I’m feeling low so I take my photos in black and white to match my mind. It seems to show the railway station at its best anyway. From the earliest days of railways in Australia Goulburn was seen as a terminus. A stopping place. Go no further. But that’s not how I see it because there are times I catch the train here on my way back to university. On those occasions it is opening up my world. Goulburn railway station was built in 1869. Much of the original construction remains in tact, although there are signs of a more modern world such as theĀ Opal ticket machines. As the light of the weekend Explorer approaches from Sydney I collect my ticket from the machine. I might be feeling low on this cold night but it’s time for an adventure.


Heading home

After several weeks on the road visiting Melbourne and Sydney I finally arrived home today. I have a couple of days to spare before I turn my attention back to my university studies so it was nice to take a wander around the small country town that I live in. This world is so different to the hustle and bustle and busyness of cities. It made me reflect on who I am – who I’ve become – after all these years. I grew up in country towns – small places where the pace of life is slow, days are quiet and you know most people. But since I’ve been at uni I’ve gotten used to a different style of life. More intellectual, yes. More tolerant, perhaps. More aware of the world outside, definitely. But does that change who I am? I like to think I fit in no matter where I go and I guess there is this side of me that is a chameleon. Blending into my surroundings. Maybe that is the best thing about travel. The ability to see the best in both worlds. Even so, it’s good to be home.

Safe travels,

Molly xx

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