“You have to come back to Australia in the summer. You wake up in the morning with nothing more than a white sheet to cover you and this feeling of warmth in your bones. If you’re doing it right, there’s an electric fan whirring nearby and the blue sky is the first thing you see when you open your eyes.
“Outside the morning greets you with searing hot concrete, grass that’ll tickle the bottoms of your feet, and the spray of a sprinkler. The atmosphere feels like a warm hug encircling your very being – it’s just so damn sexy. Everyone’s skin is glowing, and there’s a mass exodus to the ocean. The beach is littered with beautiful people – even the people who aren’t beautiful are beautiful! The weather makes everyone too lazy to care.
“We’re all there to lie in the breeze and enjoy the cool blue water sinking into our skin. Hair becomes salty and freckles are sprinkled across shoulders and button noses. Foreign languages linger in the air as a fresh crop of hopeful backpackers fill the streets, and every moment holds some new promise. There’s the excitement of Christmas and New Years, the buzz of holidays, and the Australia that everyone around the world dreams of suddenly makes sense.”
I am not entirely sure who I wrote this for, but it’s another of my old notes that had been left to collect digital dust. It’s also a timely reminder that one can travel from home – observing the culture we live in, experiencing it in a way that only you, a person born in this city, are able to. Which is why I decided to share it today – a bout of Monday escapism, set in my own hometown.”
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I am not entirely sure who I wrote this for, but it’s another of my old notes that had been left to collect digital dust. It’s also a timely reminder that one can travel from home – observing the culture we live in, experiencing it in a way that only you, a person born in this city, are able to. Which is why I decided to share it today – a bout of Monday escapism, set in my own hometown.
[Updated 13 July 2017]
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