27 July 2008
:: reflections in a corner of the apartment
I feel like such a fish out of water that I am tempted to write a parody of the Emperor Babur’s denunciation of Hindustan – something along the lines of “Canberra has no footpaths, no pedestrian crossings, no rain, no Turkish toast, no reasonably priced rental accommodation, no shopping streets, no Yulla rhubarb with ginger, no pubs etc etc”.
On the other hand, if I am going to live here, perhaps I should look for the upside, and write paeons of praise to the National Film and Sound Archive (Saturday night’s entertainment – the Big Lebowski), the little bakery I found in Civic, the big skies, houses with back yards, the cultural institutions, being able to get anywhere within 15 minutes and the way that total strangers chat to you (that is, total strangers with no appreciable signs of lunacy).
I want to write thanks to some people who made my last few weeks in Sydney so lovely: to my crew in the ‘hood, Miss J, the EcoChic and Feargal for tapas and red wine and afternoon coffee breaks and thoughtful gifts and taking care of my plants; to the lovely lovely lovely ladies ladies ladies of the TC S’n’B for champagne and cupcakes; to Mr P and Miss E for cake and wanderings.
I’m not going to talk about my new job, because I’m not sure how I feel about it just yet. I’ll spare you the details of house-hunting, because it’s gruesome and boring. At some point, normality will reassert itself. In the mean time, one thing at a time. Not thinking about the past, or the future. Just going along, collecting snapshots on the way.
:: sulphur-crested cockatoo
:: big wide horizons and lots of sky
:: wintry trees and water
:: coffee at old parliament house
:: wintry branches in the evening
:: there’s always time for old friends