It’s 85 days till Australia day, 56 days till I board a plane and two years from my first visit. Today when you can see all the shades of grey outside, I must admit I miss Australia.
I miss wearing just thongs (the rest of the world knows these as flipflops). I miss covering myself in SPF 50 sunscreen. I miss feeling uncertain of whether I’m driving on the right side of the road. I miss the music festivals. I miss lemon, lime & bitters. I miss going to the beach and stumbling around because of the massive waves. I miss listening to Triple J in car.
Mostly, I miss the way I feel when I’m there. That one is actually a funny thing. I don’t exactly know where it comes from. Maybe from the fact that every time I’m there I’m rather stress-free. Or because everything still feels so new there – even going to a grocery store is always an adventure when you try to figure out what would be closest to kermaviili. Or maybe because of all the sunshine? I keep always wondering how some people can be completely, utterly happy even when it’s dark all the time and the only sunshine you see is on tv.
There are also things I’m not a fan of. A massive spider in a shoe inside the house. The Americanism – it eats their own culture. Bananas that cost $15/kg. Paperbacks that cost $30 when in Europe they’re three times cheaper. Covering myself in SPF 50 sunscreen (I admit it, it’s a love-hate-relationship).
Already guessed which city will be my new home?
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