Living in another country, even if that country is the exotic and romanticized Australia, is not always easy. I tell this to everyone that asks me if I like it here that there are things I miss about America. At the same time, being in America would always leave me wishing for certain other things to be different. In other words, there’s good and bad for any place in the world, at least how I see it.
Or, maybe that’s part of the reason I travel, because maybe I just haven’t found my place yet. After going back to the States, I can think of all the good that is there for me — all the things about America that I truly adore — but really I live in Sydney now, and Sydney is pretty much awesome coated in sugar and wrapped in a bow. I could go on and list the reasons why Sydney, or Australia for that matter, annoy me at times (uhm… I-N-T-E-R-N-E-T for one), but rather I’d like to think about why this city is as close to perfect for me than I’ve ever experienced before.
This is why I looked forward to boarding a plane back to the land Down Under:
Sydney has a big-city vibe with a small-town personality.
Sydney is the most populous and popular city in Australia, yet still I feel as though the people are much friendlier than in America (overall, big-city-wise). Things are spread out and life moves just a tad bit slower than in other parts of the world.
There’s no freaking snow.
Did you hear that?! There’s no mushy, slick, wet and icy snow to disrupt my morning drive or my walk to the shops. There’s no scraping, no defrosting and no being careful when stepping outside the door. Ugh. I am so glad that I live in a place that rarely, if ever, sees a drop of snow. It’s just depressing to me.
The people I’ve friended.
The people that I’ve met here are probably the most important on this list. Besides my lovely boyfriend, I’ve found my way inside a circle of acquaintances full of like-minded, travel-loving and entrepreneurial spirits (is this my niche?). There’s no person here who thinks I’m crazy… well… maybe they do, but it’s not the same as back in my hometown where few people head overseas on long jaunts. It feels as though I’m constantly impressed and inspired by the individuals around me in this city.
The no-worries attitude and lifestyle.
There is a serious difference in the work-life culture in this country than in the States. While I might sometimes get perturbed when I can’t get a piece of mail at a quicker rate, or when I realize my partner visa application is still sitting in immigration after 8 months, I get it, I really do. You have to learn to lay back and let the pieces fall as they may here; you have to realize that working and being rushed and hurried is not the motto.
I don’t need to own a car.
It didn’t take long to get back into the swing of things in Peoria driving here and there, but really, cars are just so much extra work and hassle. There’s registration, gasoline and insurance to think about when becoming a vehicle owner, and you know, I’m loving not having to put these thoughts in my mind.
Did I mention that summer is awesome here? No? Well, it is!
I’ve got a pretty sweet deal living in Sydney at the moment. Don’t you think?!
P.S. Since arriving back in Australia, I’ve had trouble keeping up with the daily photos. These will return, but at least I still have my daily posts to tend to in the meantime.