One of the advantages of living where I do in Sydney is that there is water all around me. I’ve always lived near the beaches of the eastern suburbs, Coogee, Clovelly and Bondi. At the moment I’m having a harbour change, and live on the north side of the bridge with views of the Sydney Harbour Bridge and the bays on this side. Eventually I’ll probably return to the beach suburbs on the other side of the bridge where you can live right next to a sandy beach just twenty minutes from the city centre.
When I was young and fell in love with Paris I lived there for four years. It was the River Seine with its many bridges and its islands that seduced me, as well as the ancient cobblestones and beautiful architecture all around me. But I missed the ocean and the Harbour back home. I could have continued to live in France forever, but something called me back to my origins. It was partly the climate; it’s never freezing here, and the sandy beaches and the water all around the place, the citrus-like smells of the eucalypts and the space and the sunshine… But I still need to take the long journey northwards whenever possible to keep in touch with those other amazing cultures up there.
What is it about your own place of origin that has seeped into the pores of your skin? I love to find out about other cultures and interesting places to visit.