So I’ve been calling Sydney “home” for a month now. While I still don’t feel totally settled, there are little things I’ve experienced that make me feel a bit less like a tourist. Things like remembering which bus will deposit me closest to the apartment as opposed to by the beach where I have to walk a bit further to get home. (Granted, that’s not necessarily a bad thing). Or the owner of the coffee shop across the street who I now know by name and that I stop to chat with every now and then. Oh, and that one time I said I was “keen” to try something and I didn’t even realise it. Still working on the rest of the slang though. Up next, “heaps keen”, “I reckon”, and, “I’ll have a choccy biccy for breakky in the morno………. mate”.
