I was born in Tasmania, the little dot that floats in the Southern Ocean below Australia. I've lived here my whole life - yes, all twenty three years of it!
The local church, Bicheno. One week it is Anglican, the other week it's Catholic. All services are presided over by the same person. Welcome to Tassie!
This morning I realised something. I do not know Tassie very well at all. Sure, I've been to Port Arthur, Wineglass Bay and Mount Wellington. I've read novels and poems by other Tasmanians who were actually thinking about Tasmania and what it meant to them. I've written essays that look at aspects of Tasmania, but they are oh so superficial and have too many big words and no pictures.
What does Tasmania - my home, my birthplace - mean to me? I don't really know, except that I love it.
I plan on finding out.
Why don't you join me?