pros and cons
Ahhhhhhh.....
Sydney.
Sometimes she seems like my greatest opportunity. Sometimes she seems like my smallest cage. Perhaps she is both.
Why am I here? I get asked this question politely often, at least once a week.
The reasons I give are varied, but the truth, the truth might be something else.
I don't love it here. The climate is pretty good, it's almost never too hot, and never too cold, it rains a bit, shines a lot, and there aren't many biting insects to worry about. Crime is pretty low, jobs are relatively easy to come by and people are generally polite and friendly. There are beaches all over, nice ones. And wilderness is about an hour's drive from the city center in most directions.
The opportunities to study and experience here are great. Yoga, for one, and languages and healing arts and dance.....
And there's the coffee. It's really good and everywhere. So is decent food. I have become accustomed to being within walking distance of Indian, Thai, Lebanese, Italian, Organic, Nepalese, Chinese, Vietnamese, Japanese ect. ect. ect......
But.
The people are kind of flaky, self-absorbed and superficial. They are angry drivers and possess no loyalty. They complain about things like the perfect weather, the amazing economy and the low crime. They complain that they complain too much.
The noise of the city is often heart wrecking to me. So is the lack of people who understand nature. The lack of nature is something I find suffocating at times.
Not having a car here, and not being able to have a car here results in a low level constant stress for me, subtly reminding me that I have no freedom. My rate of pay reinforces this.
My work is often demanding and my workplace hostile, sometimes overtly, often more quietly....
I often try to think of how to escape being in a place that feels so foreign and stressful and I am brought back to 2 things.
One....where would I escape to? The answer is of course my heart's home : New Zealand. And, upon remembering this, I know that leaving OZ reduces my chances of living there to nearly nil.
Two....yoga. I am studying an art that feeds me, and that fuels me on, and which I could not study in most other places. Maybe any other place.
So it is that I find that two things that I love so deeply hold me captive and separated from every other beloved and nourishing thing.
Like children. Really errant children who take every bit of my time and energy to keep alive, making me abandon all else.
Huh.
If only I were smarter, I may figure this conundrum out.
Sydney.
Sometimes she seems like my greatest opportunity. Sometimes she seems like my smallest cage. Perhaps she is both.
Why am I here? I get asked this question politely often, at least once a week.
The reasons I give are varied, but the truth, the truth might be something else.
I don't love it here. The climate is pretty good, it's almost never too hot, and never too cold, it rains a bit, shines a lot, and there aren't many biting insects to worry about. Crime is pretty low, jobs are relatively easy to come by and people are generally polite and friendly. There are beaches all over, nice ones. And wilderness is about an hour's drive from the city center in most directions.
The opportunities to study and experience here are great. Yoga, for one, and languages and healing arts and dance.....
And there's the coffee. It's really good and everywhere. So is decent food. I have become accustomed to being within walking distance of Indian, Thai, Lebanese, Italian, Organic, Nepalese, Chinese, Vietnamese, Japanese ect. ect. ect......
But.
The people are kind of flaky, self-absorbed and superficial. They are angry drivers and possess no loyalty. They complain about things like the perfect weather, the amazing economy and the low crime. They complain that they complain too much.
The noise of the city is often heart wrecking to me. So is the lack of people who understand nature. The lack of nature is something I find suffocating at times.
Not having a car here, and not being able to have a car here results in a low level constant stress for me, subtly reminding me that I have no freedom. My rate of pay reinforces this.
My work is often demanding and my workplace hostile, sometimes overtly, often more quietly....
I often try to think of how to escape being in a place that feels so foreign and stressful and I am brought back to 2 things.
One....where would I escape to? The answer is of course my heart's home : New Zealand. And, upon remembering this, I know that leaving OZ reduces my chances of living there to nearly nil.
Two....yoga. I am studying an art that feeds me, and that fuels me on, and which I could not study in most other places. Maybe any other place.
So it is that I find that two things that I love so deeply hold me captive and separated from every other beloved and nourishing thing.
Like children. Really errant children who take every bit of my time and energy to keep alive, making me abandon all else.
Huh.
If only I were smarter, I may figure this conundrum out.
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