Whenever my friends from back home ask me whereabouts I'm staying at the moment, I proudly say: "Sunshine!", usually followed by their expressing utmost envy. A suburb called Sunshine, in the country of sunshine, with sunny beaches, lush palm trees, happy people, free ice cream, no sorrows, and everyone living happily ever after. Well, not really... The name might be a bit misleading, and it might also help to know that this area is commonly referred to as "Scumshine" and "Slumshine". There you go - disillusion. Nevertheless, and some might not believe it, I'm loving it!
Yes there's definitely nicer areas to live in, and definitely more expensive ones too! But I do love the diversity, clashing of cultures, the slight thrill of danger that befalls you when walking down the streets alone at night (which none of my friends has recommended me to do, so I'm not doing it, this is purely theoretical, just so you know). Sunshine is Suburbia. City planning in its purest form, blocks, roundabouts, grocery stores, and houses. Gazillions of houses, all painstakingly arranged in squares, just to make sure everything looks the same. Just to make sure nothing stands out, just to preserve happiness. Happiness is where Suburbia is. Home is where happiness is. And so on... Well, I must say I'm still quite unused to this concept of living your life. I need my occasional escape to the real city. To the CBD, where tons of commuting people create bustling commotion.
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I still love Sunshine. Maybe because of all those fantastic friends I have made. Not just maybe, actually most definitely.
Well, if you think this post is still going to get maybe a bit more interesting, then please let me confront you with the bitter truth, and that is a no. I don't even know what this post is for, I just reckoned it was about time to write something again. I'm actually starting to settle in a bit here, starting to feel really comfortable. Plus we're heading towards winter, which leaves most of us just hibernating and trying to survive. If I told you what temperatures Australians classify as cold it would cause much laughter. A couple of months ago I would have still laughed myself at how pathetic and whiny everyone down here is, but here I am, freezing to death at just 10 degrees. I'm pathetic.
And last, but not least - here's to all of you, who haven't heard back from me in ages, and whose emails are labeled with a big yellow star in my inbox - my apologies! Well, yes, there's a few who I haven't caught up with lately... Actually heaps, but a few usually sounds nicer and makes me look less like a slacker.
Cheers! Und auf bald!
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