10 things i miss about sydney
There is a state of mind called Sydney. Sunny, carefree, witty, irreverent,intellectual,egalitarian and passionately, unreservedly, unapolgetically cheerful. There is a place in every soul for this feeling.
I miss living in the sunlight. As opposed to living under the shade of a box.
I miss:
1.The Weekend SMH. So heavy it is a pain to carry home, so full good stuff it is a joy to spend an entire day reading....
2.A decent long black... Thick, strong and aromatic. In the tiny coffee-obssessed wedge of a shop called Campos. In snootieer-than-thou Bambini Trust. In the uni aquatic centre ( coffee's too pricey for that quality, but that's not the point.. u really go there to perve at ppl doing laps, no?)
3.Bookshops in Newtown. Nothing the chains do can emulate or take away the charm of indy bookshops. Without them, who will employ quirky characters, post staff reviews on bookshelves, buy back ur Graham Greenes?
4.Spring. Summer. Autumn. Nuff said.
5.Sydney Uni. To be among minds that challenge and explore. To walk amongst grand, old sandstone buildings before sunset. To experience the exhiliration and fear of facing inquisitive 19 year old kids. To have a sense of wonder that the real world soon replaces with cynicism.
6.Alcohol is ridiculous! So cheap and abundant I can be Queen of Siberia one night and President of Australia the next.
7.Blokes who act like real men, who let you go first, hold doors open and look not leer.
8.The harbour. There. I said it. That which I dismissed as touristy and uninpsiring at first glance, now I adore. Apologies to the Bridge, the House, the Rocks.
9.My United Nations of friends and workmates, from every continent (ok, maybe not antartica).
10.
I miss living in the sunlight. As opposed to living under the shade of a box.
I miss:
1.The Weekend SMH. So heavy it is a pain to carry home, so full good stuff it is a joy to spend an entire day reading....
2.A decent long black... Thick, strong and aromatic. In the tiny coffee-obssessed wedge of a shop called Campos. In snootieer-than-thou Bambini Trust. In the uni aquatic centre ( coffee's too pricey for that quality, but that's not the point.. u really go there to perve at ppl doing laps, no?)
3.Bookshops in Newtown. Nothing the chains do can emulate or take away the charm of indy bookshops. Without them, who will employ quirky characters, post staff reviews on bookshelves, buy back ur Graham Greenes?
4.Spring. Summer. Autumn. Nuff said.
5.Sydney Uni. To be among minds that challenge and explore. To walk amongst grand, old sandstone buildings before sunset. To experience the exhiliration and fear of facing inquisitive 19 year old kids. To have a sense of wonder that the real world soon replaces with cynicism.
6.Alcohol is ridiculous! So cheap and abundant I can be Queen of Siberia one night and President of Australia the next.
7.Blokes who act like real men, who let you go first, hold doors open and look not leer.
8.The harbour. There. I said it. That which I dismissed as touristy and uninpsiring at first glance, now I adore. Apologies to the Bridge, the House, the Rocks.
9.My United Nations of friends and workmates, from every continent (ok, maybe not antartica).
10.
posted by Erica Tay at 10:38 PM
1 Comments:
Hey Erica,
guess who?? :)
I so identify with your memories and musings about Sydney. Especially the cheap alcohol, the coffee, the
indy bookshops, the harbour, and the 'United Nations' of friends and workmates...and I'm talking about Auckland.
best,
Rick
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