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There is something wrong with me. Or maybe, I love it too much over here, in Australia? So here it is: I have never found it so easy to fit in a new country. Maybe I was born to live here? For instance, I love going for a jog first thing in the morning. Guess what: over here, everybody is doing it. The first days, I was running with my long British leggings and oversized T-shirt. Suffice to say, I was much too warm.
I have now stolen my teenage daughter denim shorts. I run wearing them and a sport bra. Nobody bats an eyelid. All women are doing the same, and it feels completely natural.
What’s not to love about Australia? I am starting to wonder why we moved to London. Yesterday, we were treated to an Aussie barbecue. Suffice to say, it was perfect. Just imagine the beach in the background, the swimming pool, and the smell of grilled meat with onions on the side.
It must be something in the air of the Gold Coast. I can’t put my finger on it. But over here, I don’t feel ashamed of anything. Everybody is in shorts and flip flops. I am of course no exception, which is unusual: I don’t like showing too much flesh.
This Christmas is very unusual. Don’t get me wrong, I like it. To cut a long story short, we spend the whole day in the Pacific ocean, bodyboarding or trying to surf (with limited success for me, but what fun!) Are you jealous now? Good, that’s what I want you to be. As an added bonus, it is 6pm and the children have had such a busy day that they are sound asleep. I will probably have to wake them up for dinner. Or not.
It must be something in the air of the Gold Coast. I can’t put my finger on it. But over here, I don’t feel ashamed of anything. Everybody is in shorts and flip flops. I am of course no exception, which is unusual: I don’t like showing too much flesh. It must be my French side: it’s better to suggest that to show, right? No, wrong: my principles have gone through the window on the Gold Coast. What is happening to me?
We have finally made it to Brisbane. This is my first time down under, and I love it. What took me so long to come and visit? I have no idea… Right when we land, I sense a more relaxed vibe than in Europe or in the US. It is hard to explain: people are not rushing everywhere. In Heathrow, they are all running around like headless chicken. In short, everybody is more chilled here. Why?