Thursday, June 30, 2005
Adelaide
Soundtrack: “Different Class” by Pulp
It’s funny, being back in Adelaide. I’ve just spent the past few days bumming around town and doing nothing and everything. Just little things, like shopping in the sales in Rundle Mall and reading Q in the State Library. Walking around, giving tourists extremely accurate direction to the train station, and then smiling and laughing to myself afterwards while people walking in the opposite direction look at me as if I’m crazy. And I probably am, because I think that I really genuinely love this town. No matter how much people diss this place, or how much I diss it, for that matter, it’s just going to be another one of those places, like Wiltshire, that I just can’t help liking for being itself. Coming back to Adelaide felt like returning home. I even have to use my own set of keys to open the door when we get home. Aunty Wendy and Blake have already told me that they don’t know how they’re going to cope when I’m gone for good on Saturday. Elaine doesn’t mind, because she’s actually got a life and spends her days being extremely busy. But I’ll be sad to leave this little country town, because it’s a haven from the fakes and try-hards that plague me elsewhere.
It’s funny, being back in Adelaide. I’ve just spent the past few days bumming around town and doing nothing and everything. Just little things, like shopping in the sales in Rundle Mall and reading Q in the State Library. Walking around, giving tourists extremely accurate direction to the train station, and then smiling and laughing to myself afterwards while people walking in the opposite direction look at me as if I’m crazy. And I probably am, because I think that I really genuinely love this town. No matter how much people diss this place, or how much I diss it, for that matter, it’s just going to be another one of those places, like Wiltshire, that I just can’t help liking for being itself. Coming back to Adelaide felt like returning home. I even have to use my own set of keys to open the door when we get home. Aunty Wendy and Blake have already told me that they don’t know how they’re going to cope when I’m gone for good on Saturday. Elaine doesn’t mind, because she’s actually got a life and spends her days being extremely busy. But I’ll be sad to leave this little country town, because it’s a haven from the fakes and try-hards that plague me elsewhere.
