Since we moved to Geelong, I keep getting this sense of déjà vu, I am reminded of a few years spent in Ballina in Northern New South Wales in my early 20’s.  I lived with my then boyfriend Nathan in a decrepit sub-divided Queenslander on top of a hill in East Ballina (Bally-Na, is how they pronounce it, liltingly, in Ireland).  Our views from three sides were postcard perfect, and those views on a blue-skied day were enough to soften most troubles.  We sat, high above Shaws Bay and the rock walls- North and South- between the opening of the Richmond River and the Pacific at the front, and the mercurial estuarine waters of North Creek at the side and the back. Hanging out…