Wednesday, February 04, 2004
Why
Why is Sydney one of my favourit-est places?
I guess I'll blame it on the weather, man.
It has perfect weather. It's a city, and ultimately I am a child of the city, I love nooks and crannies. At the same time, it has a warmth and happiness that London lacks. It has beauty. It has streets teeming with talent, it has a bay; it has bays. It has shores. It has a mountain - it has something for everyone.
Once upon a time it had a bear in a box; but those times are as Water. Under the bridge; lost in the past. And I tell myself now that that's got nothing to do with my love for Syndey; I'd still love to live there even if it was Paddington-less.
Staying briefly with my uncle there, I could see myself in his shoes; old, perhaps married to a nice frumpy caucasian love of my life, with two lovely dogs and two beautiful children - and happy; for the rest of my life.
Whilst mired in the cold hardness of London, all that feels like a pipe-dream, beyond my grasp. Even when I'm back amidst the sterility of Singapore, it feels like an elusive ?ambition that everyone has a timeframe pegged to - and most nobody actually succeeds at achieving. Because the harder you try, the less likely it is you'll actually get more than a facade of the real thing.
It's a bit like a blog.
And that is why Sydney. When it comes to the crunch, this cynic wants to be happy; even if it's only a vague dream of happiness, somewhere in the nebulous future.
Why is Sydney one of my favourit-est places?
I guess I'll blame it on the weather, man.
It has perfect weather. It's a city, and ultimately I am a child of the city, I love nooks and crannies. At the same time, it has a warmth and happiness that London lacks. It has beauty. It has streets teeming with talent, it has a bay; it has bays. It has shores. It has a mountain - it has something for everyone.
Once upon a time it had a bear in a box; but those times are as Water. Under the bridge; lost in the past. And I tell myself now that that's got nothing to do with my love for Syndey; I'd still love to live there even if it was Paddington-less.
Staying briefly with my uncle there, I could see myself in his shoes; old, perhaps married to a nice frumpy caucasian love of my life, with two lovely dogs and two beautiful children - and happy; for the rest of my life.
Whilst mired in the cold hardness of London, all that feels like a pipe-dream, beyond my grasp. Even when I'm back amidst the sterility of Singapore, it feels like an elusive ?ambition that everyone has a timeframe pegged to - and most nobody actually succeeds at achieving. Because the harder you try, the less likely it is you'll actually get more than a facade of the real thing.
It's a bit like a blog.
And that is why Sydney. When it comes to the crunch, this cynic wants to be happy; even if it's only a vague dream of happiness, somewhere in the nebulous future.
