There are leaves on the ground, some remain in the trees. Flowers here and there, but mostly dead or sleeping. Geese just flew overhead, but that doesn't mean anything for they're everywhere nowadays.
It amazes me that I lived in this city for nearly twenty years. In six short years much of what I knew is gone, replaced by banks and Starbucks and hip clothing stores. Community Service workers clean the streets for another night of littering.
The bed sucks. The train runs every ten minutes not 100 feet from the window. The folks staying upstairs have a toddler who likes to run the length of the flat and bang on the piano at 0630.
The water tastes funny.
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Good to hear from you. I've been getting a little twitchy.
He's the one who'll be real twitchy when he can't play online poker.
Could be worse, though.
/j.
The joys of returning home, playing tourist.
Haven't you ever heard . . ?
You just nailed my life in Sydney B. In particular, the toddler downstairs that runs the length of their apartment, bangs the piano and loves to scream.
The poker thing is not bugging me. I can always go to Facebook... not.
Yeah, I've heard. If it wasn't for a handful of friends...
As I write this, the kid has screamed for the first time. In pain. Stubbed his toe while running? Sounds like hell on wheels.
Starbucks (strong, but nasty, burned,acidy coffee)and hip (real meaning: expensive)clothing stores wouldn't be there, if people didn't give them the business.
Sorry to hear about your upstairs neighbor - that would drive me nuts.
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