1977

That’s me in the blue bikini - cigarette in hand oblivious to how good my body actually was. My housemate was taking photos of our boyfriends with an instamatic camera. That’s me too, lying on the bonnet of my new car, a gift from my father for my 21st birthday. It was 1977 I was living in Melbourne and life was everything you heard about the ‘70’s. My boyfriend was this gorgeous English lad I had met in Perth Western Australia. He was beautiful - inside and out. We moved to Melbourne, shared a house with our friends near the bay, and then broke up. We were all so young and so beautiful. Look at me. I can’t remember ever feeling that unselfconscious. Life moved on. Over the years I thought about this time. I’d lost contact with these friends and all I had was the dusty sticky photo album. Until one Sunday almost a year ago when I got a message from a stranger. Only he wasn’t a stranger he was my past and he was looking for me and I am so happy he did. A week of talking over the phone and a new beginning. I wonder how many people are reconnecting since COVID? I wonder if things would be different if COVID didn’t exist. Either way I’m feeling hope joy and gratitude. You never know what’s coming so please, if you are able to, imagine the best is yet to come #gratitude #love #thebestisyettocome #1977 #lookingforward #mindsetiseverything #myfirstlove