FARE thee well Gladstone.
You've been a hoot the second time around.
By the time you folks read this I'll be travelling south, after getting up at an ungodly hour with my Suzuki Swift packed to the brim, ready for a new job and adventure on the Gold Coast.
I'm pretty darn excited for the change, but that's not to say Gladstone hasn't got a thing or two going for it.
On this note, I may be slightly biased as a Gladstone-born girl.
While sitting on a blanket enjoying the atmosphere at BAM last Saturday, the region had never looked prettier.
It's a beautiful area, albeit one of stark contrasts.
And it's got some top notch people.
It's because of them I'll be visiting more frequently, unlike my first bon voyage seven years ago.
With both a sister and one of my besties having bubs soon, I have no choice but to return.
After all, you don't mess with pregnant women.
That's just lunacy.
I'll be interested to see how the region changes in the next few years.
Even though it's known as an industrial capital, I still think it's got some identity issues.
A curious place, it's not so easy to describe its location to southerners, let alone the vibe.
I'm ready to have the following conversation repeatedly over the next few weeks:
"In central Queensland on the coast."
"Is that near Noosa?"
"Oh, so it's near Townsville."
If people don't know where Rocky or Bundy is my tip is to give up and say it's seven hours' (although, I swear it's taking longer these days) drive north of Brisbane.
But like anywhere, a place is what you make of it.
Finally: thank you to my interviewees and readers who have participated in so many ways in the journalism I've done over the last few years.
We create a newspaper for the community, so make sure it's what you want it to be.
Write a letter, send an email or hop on The Observer Facebook page.
Contact the paper any way you can, except with carrier pigeons.
More time cleaning means less time writing - something that my colleagues love.
Stay classy Gladstone.