Surprisingly, Sydney delivers a much more relaxed pace of living for me. I have fewer friends living in Sydney and therefore in most days, I spent much of my time alone, just chilling out, crusing the internet and watching the days go by. It is really fantastic to have this opportunity; a little break from a break.
I crashed in my friend's little unit in the suburb of Dulwich Hill. John Howard supposedly grew up in the exact same street. It's a really neat, traditional Australian suburbia of houses with white picket fences - an attempt to replicate the American dream maybe?
There is a park just behind the house where children can play in the warm afternoon sun. A small deli/cafe named Sideways sits in the corner of the next block. Mothers with prams walk around the streets and make their regular visits to the cafe. Neighbours greet each other as they pass each other.
Dulwich Hill seems like a dream-like reality of perfection. A picture perfect Australian suburbia.
15 years ago
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Sydney is a city of contrasts. Try walking in the heart of the financial district during midday and it's like feeding time at the zoo. No courtesy while people trample, bump, elbow, and step on you as everyone hurries off to wherever they are going. The suburbs are much different. Nothing ever happens except for some "problem" enclaves in the South-West, where you will occasionally hear gun shots and tyres screeching from illegal drag races in the streets. I guess because people have property in suburbia and have a sense of belonging they take care of it better and treat each other better, as opposed to if they are in the city where they only consider it a place to work.
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