Hello from Sydney! It might be winter over here, but there is a bright sunshine and I have put some sun cream on. Winter? What winter? Give me a winter like this any time! Seriously, I am not sure I can take another grey British winter.
Let’s face it: things are a bit bleak in London. I thought that political changes would bring a newfound enthusiasm in my adoptive country, but the exact opposite seems to be happening. People keep complaining, and there is a lot of scaremongering. Turning over a new leaf isn’t as easy as it seems, I suppose. It certainly hasn’t brought up the best in British citizen recently.
Things are, well, different over here, in Sydney. It’s the space, you see. I think that the flat I have rented is twice as big as my London home, for a fraction of the price. Even the commute, on the ferry, seems so much nicer.
People seem a lot more chilled. They are just, well, nice. I bought an Opal card today (this is the equivalent of the London Oyster card for public transportation), and the customer assistant patiently explained to me how it was working, and other customers in que queue joined the conversation. It felt weïrd, because in London everybody ignores everybody, and people would have been annoyed because I was taking such a long time.
Then, there is the quality of the coffee. Seriously, this country is heaven for coffee lovers like me. It’s all fresh, local, traceable, and I have never seen such an extensive choice of milk (coconut milk anyone?).
And don’t get me started about the food: things are fresher than in London, there is a different type of restaurant at every corner of every street, Not to mention that my local supermarket opens at 6.00 am and closes at midnight (it’s 7.30 am to 9pm in London).
I even saw a flip flop vending machine in a shopping mall.
Seriously, what’s not to love? it feels like home, but more chilled, and with a kinder vibe. And nobody has dared to mention my strong French accent. In short, I am fitting right in. Do not be surprised if I don’t come back!