If you can see it from my eyes

Yeah I know , it sounds condescending but that’s not where I’m coming from . It’s time away , a realignment, a reality check . I dunno how to keep it from sounding cliche , something that you’ve heard before … yep switch off , it’s boring , but don’t . I want the people I live with in LA to be here with me , to see what I can see , to feel it , get swept up in it …….. to love it . Cause I know that they’d truly understand , we take if for granted . To drive down the freeway heading south to Rye , I’m struck by the landscape . Hills , green rolling waves , vineyards , cows , low hanging clouds ……space . Grey , stark , big , quiet at midweek in winter . Wow I never saw it before ,but now I can . When you’re in the LA jungle your sense of space and visual senses are diminished . Contrast , panorama , time , they’re all stripped back . It’s all beige . I head down to my brothers joint alone , Rye . I have to stop into my old surfing spots . Beautiful , cold , empty ….. magnificent I can only imagine the reaction of the people we know , we live here ,it’s where we go . They’d be blown away . I can’t wait for the day when we are back here permanently and we show our American friends our home . We can look them in the eye and not need say a word . Then theyd realise where the ‘land of the free ‘ really is.It’s not just that , it’s more . We’re innocent , honest ….raw . To go to the footy in Melbourne under the dome at 3 degrees and shiver through the night to see your team win or lose . Hey , we really play for keeps down here The next day , it’s over to the local football . This is where it creeps up on you . Small town , real and honest . It’s Leroy and me …. and a small knot in my stomach . Tyabb , a small town Australian football club that held the fondest of memories , a club that I left . A home made pie and kick to kick at the break of each quarter of play . Hey , it doesn’t happen over there .Does here , so good . Then there’s old faces , Wazza , Proudy , Stocko and even Shieldsy umpiring ( a bouncer who’d always give us a hard time getting into the shittest night club around ) . But it was the end that motivated me most . It got me thinking , stirred up , emotional . A small town win against the odds . I think I still love it here …. brought a tear to the eye . Listen to this