Daughter and I have finally settled back in from our holiday in Australia. Visiting Australia. I was a visitor, a tourist if you must, visiting the place of my birth and what I have learnt from this visit? I learnt that Sydney and Australia is a fecking beaut place to live.
Mother nature did us a major and the weather was sensational. It didn’t rain. It didn’t even think about raining. Beautiful, albeit cold, winter days. Every day. Fresh air. Lush gardens. Grass. GRASS! We are the only people in Karaduvar with grass in our garden. Grass is, of course, seen as a luxury item as everyone else utilises every inch of their land. Deli yabanciler (crazy foreigners).
It was nice to not be on the cusp of a war zone too staying in beachside Collaroy. Yes I gloss over Syria and its issues but Mersin is approximately 150k from the Syrian border. We are safe obviously or I would not even think about living here but there is always an underlying threat, the knowledge I guess, that we are not too far from an area of such unrest. Plus there is the whole Israel-Palestinian issue, the Middle East is a powder keg ready to blow and even Ukraine to the north is a mess. Bloody hell!
Friends and family of course. Obviously Australia wins on this front as well. I am blessed to have some of the best friends in the world. Friends that are always there with open arms. What I wouldn’t do for one more boozy lunch or one more hug from my girls. Of course this is difficult for Daughter as she has her family, her cousins that she adores, in Karaduvar. She has many friends in Karaduvar but for me Sydney and Australia will win every single time.
Speaking of boozy lunches I don’t think you can beat an Aussie Red. Australian wines really are some of the best in the world. I would go so far as saying that Turkish wine is swill at best and really, really expensive!
Medical care wins in Australia over Turkey as well (well duh!). Australia has Government facilitated Medicare and even though you pay through the tooth for many things (including the dentist) visiting the doctor here is a much easier process (mainly because everyone speaks English). So I am now drugged up for the next 12 months (my medicine cabinet is overflowing) and I have been poked and prodded and given a clean bill of health.
Shopping was a bonus too for me in Sydney. My Rubenesque physique is now adorned in new clothes. Oodles of new clothes. I no longer need to wear the same jeans every single day. My credit card did take a beating and we did have to send home 10 kilos by post but at least I now have an outfit for any occasion which is a good thing as we have at least 4 weddings to go to over the coming weeks. Daughter’s opinion differs on this front as well as the styles in Turkey are a lot more varied and on trend. For Daughter clothing is also a LOT cheaper as well.
Bacon. Ding! Ding! Ding! Winner!!! Lots of exclamation points here. Yes. Bacon. That is all.
Sydney did have a few downsides too. It was so damn expensive. Food was expensive. Clothing was expensive. Petrol was expensive (actually petrol is expensive in Turkey too). I guess I have had it too cushy here in Turkey with 50 kuruş for 1 kilo of tomatoes (about AU$0.25) while they were AU$4.50 in Sydney (TL9). Plus the fresh food is not particularly fresh. Ick!
Peak hour traffic did my head in too. What a bloody mess. We had a few early morning starts and fighting my way from the Northern Beaches to the City was diabolical to say the least. It was nice to be behind the wheel again although my first few attempts at parking were a little less than successful. Daughter likened my parking skills to a Turkish person so I really have acclimated haven’t I?
I think I can sum Sydney up as “Real Life”. My friends are all working. My family are all busy (some might say too busy to find the time to see me or even call). The cost of living is high and the stress levels are even higher. I know that if I too were living in Sydney I would be working. My stress levels would be off the chart (visiting my old place of work proved that beyond the shadow of a doubt) and Daughter, The Turk and I would be miserable. Real life sux!
Karaduvar also has another bonus (well along with The Turk). It has My Hurley Dog. I love My Hurley Dog. I missed My Hurley Dog and he missed me!
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