The Reasons I Love Sydney
You can make over $100,000 per year and still can’t afford a house.
You never bother looking at the train timetable because you know the drivers have never seen it either.
You order organic fruit and vegetables online, but eat out every night anyway.
You spend more money on your coffee machine than on your washing machine.
You spend $400+ per week for your room in an apartment with stunning harbour and beach views and European appliances; and spend a total of forty hours a week there, of which thirty-seven are spent sleeping.
You contemplate calling a taxi from your home to where you managed to park your car the night before.
You spend thirty minutes in a traffic jam next to a car that has more power going to its speakers than its wheels.
You know everyone’s e-mail and mobile number but not their last name or home address.
You can roll sushi, make pasta and keep your red curry paste recipe under lock and key … but couldn’t roast a chicken to save your life.
Your taxi driver was a micro-surgeon before he migrated to Australia.
Your co-worker tells you he/she has eight body piercings but none is visible.
You can’t remember… is dope illegal?
You’ve been to more than one baby shower that has two mothers and a sperm donor.
You have a very strong opinion on where your coffee beans are grown, and can taste the difference between Sumatran and Ethiopian.
A really great parking space can move you to tears.
You are thinking of taking an adult class but you can’t decide between yoga, conversational Italian or building your own website.
A man in full leather regalia and crotchless chaps gets on the bus and you don’t notice.
You are genuinely surprised when you meet someone who was actually born in Sydney.
Your hairdresser is straight; your plumber is gay, and your Avon lady is a drag queen.
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