As I alluded to in a previous post, life in Australia hasn’t always been easy. There have been challenges that have tested me. Where my significant other found a job immediately, I still haven’t been able to land one. He also starting playing competitive soccer, and so, when he wasn’t at work he was at training. Consequently, I have been alone a lot.
In all honestly, at first this solo time was great. We had been in each others company 24/7 since we both quit our jobs last October — I was ready for some time apart. In the first week, I tackled chores in the house we had been putting off, reworked my resume, caught up on television, went on some long walks and baked more cookies than we could should eat.
I used to think there was nothing better than driving down the Don Valley Parkway, following it’s twists and curves, until finally the CN Tower and city skyline came into view. My city, I would think warmly when I saw it. My home. But now that I’ve been here for a while, I have to admit — Melbourne is really beautiful. Perhaps not the part that my significant other and I reside it, but the CBD and some of the surrounding suburbs. It has a European flair with it’s sprawling parks and grand monuments. The Victorian architecture of “The Paris End” of Collins Street. I’ve spent many days with my head in the sky admiring it. As someone once told me, you have to look up to fully appreciate the design of a building. Though the Toronto skyline makes me feel home, I could get used to this.