One of the few pleasures of moving is getting to make a whole new suburb your own. You delight in walking to the bus stop that’s further away because it means you get to watch the little boutiques stretch the sleep from their eyes as they wake for another day’s trading, far away from their city clone cousins. You learn little shortcuts which mean you make the distance from your doorstep to your local espresso joint in the time it takes to froth the milk. You branch out of your old routine to embrace new pastimes which are only a 10 minute stroll away, even shorter with your housemate at your side.
The perspective you’re used to seeing your city through changes depending on where you can spot the stadium‘s lights from, or whether the blazing X‘s are to your left or right. A new bus route gets you from here to there even more efficiently than before, and you learn that you could even walk if you really wanted to.
The older I get, the more local living thrills me, and in turn the more my little red mazda sits idle out the front as I favour connecting with my new suburb on foot. If you find yourself wondering why you work on the ‘other side of town’, or have to drive a distance to do the things you enjoy, I encourage you to do one of two things:
1. Find a new job, or a new house. (hard option)
2. Get to know your streets like a tourist, then prowl them like you own the place. (easy option)
What happens in your suburb?
