Radelaide

So it's amazing being back. I keep on flailing my arms around saying one of three things:

'this is the lifestyle'
'this is really weird' (will explain a little later)
'I love being back'

I had forgotten how good life is here. It's simple, it's relaxed; it truly represents the way life should be. There is just so much space. And the richness of colour; I almost cried (ok not really, but it's more dramatic this way) when I saw the blue, blue, BLUE sky. God, it's so beautiful. Everyone is so relaxed here. When you walk into a shop, the person is friendly. When you walk down the street, people smile. This is unheard of in London. Oh and the roads are so wide, you could fit at least three lanes in one suburban street. Not to mention the fresh air, the birds and the stars. And eating outside. I love eating outside...

Ok, so onto the weird bit. It's seriously like I never left. It's like my life in London doesn't exist. Kind of like the past two years never happened and the last time I saw everyone was last week. I'm back singing the wrong words to 70's songs with Megan in her car and having a weekly breakfast with Leash, Megs and Anna like I've never been away. While it's great that I can easily slot back into life here, it's also just really bizarre.

I think some friends in London think I'm bullshitting and being over patriotic when I say how fantastic Australia is. Don't get me wrong, it's not making me rethink my life in London because I still love that too, but I guess being home has just reminded me of how good it is. This really is the simple life. And it's beautiful.