I guess I can say that Perth feels like home for the first time. It took me a while and I am writing these lines a week before leaving the country for about two months but I know that when I will come back, I will not feel too desperate. I’ll still be missing my friends from Europe, I’ll still be eager to go to Montreal, Buenos Aires, New-York, San Francisco, Sao Paulo or Joannesburgh but I’ll know I have time for all this and that I should enjoy my time in Oz rather than think too much about my next destination.
I live in a sunny little place, where I love to teach and where I actually seem to be a good teacher despite my lack of organisation and self-confidence. It’s supposed to be winter here, but I have spent my sunday wearing a dress with no tights. And when the sun is too hot, Little Creatures’ brewery in Fremantle makes amazing beer. I have finally met people that I guess I can call real good friends. Precisely those intimidating people that made me feel so awkward when hanging out in the beginning. It must be an Australian thing, I remember I felt terrible the day I met Trish. And today, I finally met my neighbours. I mean, in a real way, not through the usual and polite neighbour greeting. I spent 30 minutes standing on the balcony talking with Claudia before she invited me over for drinks. She and her housemates study performing arts. Bingo.
I cannot see myself settling forever in such a small place but I must say I am enjoying myself in Perth. Here, some news. Nothing very exciting but I just wanted to let you know things finally went fine.