This song came on in the car today, when my friends Gemma and Josh and I drove to watch the fireworks at the lookout next to the Botanic Gardens and the cable car. It was perfect. I was huddled in the backseat in my ballet flats and thin silk pants, no raincoat or hat, ready (or shall I say, not ready) to go stand in the rain to watch the fireworks. Gemma and Josh were bickering cutely about where to park. We parked next to an old guy who creepily stared in at us, so we went and huddled up in the rain at the lookout to wait for the Wellington guyfawkes display. It's on every year, and it's amazing. Fireworks in the shape of planets, smiley faces, big sparkly globes, stars reaching to the heavens. Everyone oohs, and aahs, no matter how many times you've seen them. I've seen them every year since I've lived here - it's kind of like a tradition. Like Gemma said, though, the fireworks are never as good as the first time we saw them in 2008. Us, wide-eyed first years, never knowing what a true fireworks display was. Beaut.
I love hanging out with old friends. It reminds me of who I am, you know. I'm still that little first-year at heart.
"It's time to begin, isn't it? I get a little bit bigger, but then,
I'll admit, I'm just the same as I was.
Now don't you understand,
That I'm never changing who I am?"
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