(I wrote this last week.)
It was raining continuously when spring first arrived, so I didn’t really feel it. As I’m writing this, we’re officially in the thick of things (it’s the second month of spring), Daylight Saving Time has kicked in so the days are extra long, and it’s one day before I turn another year older.*
It’s finally warm enough, and light enough, to sit at the balcony sipping my cup of tea. I can smell the different dinners my neighbours are cooking.
It’s only lately that I realised I’ve cultivated a sense of awe at the life I’m living. I mean, sure, I’ve always been grateful at things like the relationships, jobs and experiences that I’ve had. But perhaps, despite my cursory gratitude, I’d taken things for granted.
Whenever I travel, I always marvel the locals going about their daily lives. I remember walking through Paris a few years ago, thinking how awesome it must be to live in one of the beautiful older apartments and have brunches in the cafes along the streets. How lucky Parisiennes were!
But now, it’s struck me that tourists are potentially thinking the same when they see me and my fellow Sydneysiders walking down the street. “What must it be like,” I imagine they wonder, “Living in a city like Sydney?” Getting off at Wynyard station with its beautifully renovated artwork, only a few blocks away from the Opera House? What would it be like to be these workers, taking their lunches out on parks so they can eat whilst sunning on the grass? Having brunches on Sunday mornings? Going on coastal walks and bushwalks on the weekends?
This is how my day went today:
– I woke up early in the morning and took a ~30 minute train ride to the city.
– I walked for a few minutes to my new office building. There is a cafe on the ground floor, which is delicious. We had breakfast there before, when we were previously on a kick to try out the cafes hidden in office buildings. I remember it was one of the better breakfasts.
– In the office, I had a bagel with cream cheese and chives and smoked salmon.
– We had a team lunch where we went to the Bavarian Bier cafe where they were selling massive $15 schnitzel specials. I was trying to be good, so I had a salad with grilled chicken. It was huge. Could’ve been spread over two meals, easy. It was worth it.
– Took the train home. Passed by the supermarket. Fortunately, there’s one nearby. Picked up a few essentials — canned vegetables. Cling wrap. White vinegar.
– Went home and had the last of my homemade cookies. (I should do some more baking soon.) The Internet was down, so I’ve been writing. And now, typing.
– It’s time for dinner.
– And I have to do some housework before I go to sleep — putting laundered clothes away, taking out the trash and taking out the recycling.
It’s a pretty quiet night today. I’ve got nothing going on. But at least I had time to sit and write.
* Though I don’t know when I’ll actually be able to post this, because the Internet is down. Isn’t it crazy how big a part of our lives the Internet is?