I’m up in Sydney at the moment staying at Mum’s last night as I had a meeting to go to yesterday. Do you know how appealing it is for me to say “I had a meeting in Sydney yesterday” all flippant like, like it’s the kind of thing I do all the time these days? I truly am a tosser. Anyway. The big smoke. I must say my trips up here are indeed few and far between these days. I remember when we moved down to the Highlands I thought that I would be up here every other week, catching up with friends, still going out to galleries and cafes and shopping and yet? I’m lucky to get here every few months.
I’m happy to report that I can still reverse park like the best of them in small streets in Surry Hills. My hair still makes me look a little city like. I can guzzle a Vietnamese chicken salad with urban hipsters like it’s no body’s business.
My heart is back home. In the fresh air. With beautiful, kind, interesting people who want to stop for a chat. Where the pace is slower. Where life is indeed beautiful. What a lucky duck I am!
Oh and speaking of duck’s, Sydney your weather has been SHITHOUSE. I’m outta here…