I love our annual beach trip. When my friends and I all pack our bags during the last warm week of the season; to soak up enough of it to last us for the next six months. I love hearing the sound of the waves as we pull up to the coast house that is so familiar now. I love drinking cider and talking about nothing and everything around a campfire. I love lazy days, filled with sun, sand, scrabble, and all the episodes of Skins. I love feeling sick from eating junk food for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I love playing in the surf half an hour after I open my eyes in the morning. I love trying to body-surf with friends, though none of us can really swim. I love the in-jokes, the laughter and the late night conversation.
I love heading back to Canberra on a Sunday evening; sun kissed, exhausted and happy.