5 Reasons why I love where I live.
I am full of the joys of spring today and’ I’m fee-ee-lin good’ a la Buble. It is an absolutely beautiful day so I thought that I would make the most of it and instead of going into the air conditioned gym and being crotch garrotted by the spin bike I decided to do a spot of exercise al fresco. Starting with a brisk walk round the lake singing along to my favourite pumping tunes, with a spot of gentle circuit training in between and finishing off with decaf (obviously) coffee in my favouritist cafe in all of Melbourne.
As I was walking my mind took a little wander of its own and I started thinking about how lucky and blessed I am to be living in such a wonderful place.
The open spaces
I have so many amazing facilities so close to me, there are so many amazing open spaces where I can exercise looking like a loon if I want to and no one gives you a second glance because they are all doing the same (albeit looking slightly less loony than me).
I love that it is such an outdoorsy way of life here, that running with a buggy is not frowned upon, that doing sit ups is actively encouraged with free machines and workout benches dotted around the many parks and open spaces, that wandering around the CBD in your workout gear seems to be the norm. Actually that walking around anywhere in Melbourne in your workout lycra is completely normal. I remember fast running friend telling me once not long after we had moved that she met her friend at playgroup and she was in the full workout getup, lycrad up to within an inch of her life complete with running half cap sun visor thing. Fast running friend asked if she’d just come from the gym – a logical assumption I would think, only to be met with a puzzled look from said Melbournite who said that, no she had just walked the 10 minute walk from her house to playgroup. But of course one has to get kitted out for a gentle walk and playgroup, you never know when you are going to suddenly need to do some lunging or something. Love it.
I love the people, they are so laid back it is ridiculous, always happy to help. I accosted a lady who was running round the lake with a pram this morning to ask her about it as part of my pram research (it is very scientific), not only was she happy to stop and tell me, we then got chatting about all sorts of things before her baby started crying and she had to jog on again. And the two fab ladies who were more than happy to stop and take multiple pics of me in various directions with various backdrops even though I only asked for one.
I can’t help but compare, if I had done the same thing in London I would have been either completely ignored or rudely answered and dismissed as they didn’t break pace when running on past me like I was a thug trying to steal their Birkin bag. I know I shouldn’t compare as there are many places in the Uk that aren’t like that but with London being the last place I lived before moving that is my only frame of reference.
Given that I know nothing about coffee at all and am currently regularly committing the cardinal sin of drinking decaf (shock), I love how serious Melbournites are about their coffee, so much so that the coffee shop round the corner from my house is now refusing to serve anyone who orders a skinny coffee or one with soy milk as that is not how it is supposed to be drunk and is ruining the essence (or something) of their freshly roasted and ground on the premises coffee. I love how Starbucks tried and failed in Melbourne and that the only people you will find in the one and only Starbucks in the CBD are foreign tourists.
Our improved family life
On a more personal note, I love that husbs work is 12 minutes walk away and that he doesn’t leave until the Bear gets up and is more often than not home in plenty of time for us all to eat dinner together. Our family life is so much better we actually get to spend quality time together be it going and exploring the great Victorian countryside or just staying home together and pottering about.
Before we moved, his commute was horrendous so after working a ridiculously long day he wouldn’t get home until really late meaning he didn’t see the Bear either in the morning or in the evening as he had to leave so early to try to shorten his commute to work. What kind of a life is that? I honestly don’t know how much longer he would have been able to keep that up. So I love that we got this unexpected opportunity to step out of all the London commotion.
I love that I got totally inspired this morning just taking in the essence of Melbourne. The hills are alive with the sound of
sausage sizzles music!
We are heading back to the UK for a few weeks next week and I wonder how I will find it when I get there, if I will realise that I missed it when I am actually there and how I will feel when we do return to Melbourne. Last time we flew from the UK I was heading into the unknown so this time it will be a whole different ball game. Obviously it goes without saying that I will be very sad to say goodbye to friends and family especially as I am pregnant, it will be hard without them, but the country, the UK, will I miss that? I just don’t know.
Do you love where you live? What do you love about it?