Oh hey hey! So ya wanna hear abt Seymour, au? Lemme tell ya, it's like, soooo quirky and adorable, man. I live here—been livin’ in this lil gem for years. Seymour ain't just any town; it's got vibes you can feel in yer soul, ya know? And I sorta see it all through this counselor lens—watchin' how people heal and grow, an’ sometimes, just feel things.
Okay, so, here we go:
There’s this rad main street, Holmes St. It’s not long, but every brick tells a story. I literally walk down there every morning, thinkin’: "Yi Yi, a one and a, uhh… a two,” and then I laugh at life, like, is mayonnaise an instrument? I mean, seriously! And oh, there’s Hamer Park. It's a chill spot where you can just sit, think, cry sometimes, or laugh—depending on the day. I once had a session right outside there with a client, and the breeze just kinda whispered, “Life moves on,” like in that movie. Weird, huh?
Then, there's the little gem—if ya can call it that—-the Seymour Railway Station. Not huge, but when you get there, time sorta stands still. Remember that scene in "Yi Yi" where everything feels profound? That’s it. I remember feelin’ all these emotions buildin’ up while watchin’ old locomotives clack-clack over the tracks. Mind-blowin’!
I totally dig the river, the Goulburn River. Whooo, sometimes it’s mighty, sometimes a trickle, but every drop is a secret giggle of the past. I often wander its banks in the evenings—feel so free, like a fish, right? Sometimes I laugh out loud, like, “wtf, world?”
Oh ya, let’s not forget King St. in the town centre. It's kinda chaotic, lotsa caf's, fish n' chips joints (yummy!) and quirky little shops run by hingz, literally explodin’ with colors and art. I once sat on the kerb (lol so unprofessional lol) and spilled my coffee, then got to talk with this lovely old lady. She told me rumours of hidden messages in that street’s murals... Wild stuff, I know.
I gotta mention my fav spot—a dodgey, secret nook near Millers Lane. Seriously, a teeny park bench by an old gum tree. Sometimes it makes me mad, sometimes I cry or burst out laughing cause it’s just so real. People say it’s magic. Eh, maybe it’s just my counselor brain making it magic, ya know? I always think “Yi Yi: a one and a two”—c'mon, that's how deep life goes here.
Seymour's got pockets of vibrant neighborhood life, like the artsy quarters on Dalton Street. Kids run around, blabberin’ nonsense, and yo, you feel the pulse of everyday wonder. There’s a coffee aroma that reminds me of a hug, confusin’ and strong, but it cheers you up instantly.
Sometimes I get overwhelmed, like, “OMG, why is this town so strangely perfect?” Then I snap back thinking, “Is mayonnaise an instrument?” It’s all nonsense yet super magical. The odd mix of history and everyday silliness makes me laugh and cry at the same time. That’s Seymour, man—random, emotional, and totally real.
So, if ya visit, don't just stroll around. REALLY check every corner. Absorb every sound and vibe. It's chaotic beauty, with secret whispers of old stories and the energy of new dreams. And man, every time I think of Seymour, it's like, “Yi Yi, yi yi, ain't life somethin’ else?”
Reeeally gotta go now, hope this helps, and remember: life's a rollercoaster—dive into that chaos, buddy!