Life Upside Down

In recent news, as of last night Australia has a new (old) Prime Minister. Also, Queensland won the second of three State of Origin rugby matches. 

I’m not sure which of these is more important, although I’m learning towards the latter. 

Also, I can now say I’ve lived here a YEAR! Happy anniversary, Brisbane! I can now successfully drive on the left side of the road and, for the most part, navigate the city streets and roundabouts. I even know the shortcuts for when there’s “traffic,” AKA 20-30 minutes of congestion during rush hour. It’s cute.  

I’ve celebrated my first Christmas in the sunny summer and acclimated to the tropical climate in embarrassingly quick fashion. 60 degrees now feels downright chilly- although of course it’s not 60, but in fact 15C. Of course. 

I have my favorite Brisbane spots and haunts- among them:

Barbecues at Kangaroo Point (barbecue = grilling, not the Eastern NC-style pork that I miss so much)

Taco Tuesday nights with these spectacular folks.

Friday girls nights at the Press Club, my FAVORITE Brisbane night spot.

The Press Club has long stood the test of time as one of the Valley’s premier nightspots, with more and more patrons flocking to its unique charm. Once you step through those iconic doors, settle in for a night of glamour where the drinks call to the taste buds and the music sinks into the soul. 

The music sinks into the soul. How could you not love the place? 

Weekends in Byron Bay. 

Using my bike as a viable means of transportation: to the grocery store, to viola lessons, to the local brewery… Ahem. 

Exploring the whole of the city (and country) with this guy. 

More notably, my application for permanent residency has been filed (4 months wait and counting…), I have been blessed with an astounding, supportive network of friends, and my sense of awe at living in this spectacular place has yet to fade. 

I am so very lucky to be on this grand adventure. 

 

“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.”

– Jack Kerouac