Westernport Bay is my bay; all my memories are here.
Often Westernport bay is considered the poor cousin of Port Phillip Bay, I live on the peninsula that separates the two bays. I have always lived on the Westernport side.
In the middle of Westernport Bay resides two islands. The popular tourist destination Phillip Island and the lesser known French Island.
When I was young I would try and work out if I could swim to French Island from my beach.
My father said, that when our family was brand new, he applied for a loan to purchase the store on French Island. The bank denied his application; the shop is for sale again now.
Last Saturday we took the ferry over for a day trip, the isolation, the scenery and my beach from the other side made our day delicious.
Now I have a place to build that cottage I keep dreaming about.
Close enough to everyone and everything, but a beautiful bay, a bay I know and love, separating us from the world's hustle.
I like to imagine my family growing in a place without noise, a place that moves slowly but with meaning.
Imagining Matt on the island is so, so easy. I imagine it's the kind of place where he is meant to be. Matt can fix anything, thinks critically, lives resourcefully, becomes giddy over electricity storage solutions.
And my boys with less input and more continuity.
Doesn't it sound like a dream to you?