You’re finally in line after what seems like an eternity of counting down the days.
You walk across the fields, streams of people surround the grassy grounds of Maitland. You wait for your ticket to be scanned by the scary looking guard who wears a fluorescent vest as bright as the sun. They give you the all clear and you head on through, walking around people. You see stages and stalls, but most importantly you see your happiness. You know you’re meant to be here. You walk faster and faster to get to the stages and listen to the music blaring. You are carefree.