Thoughts of home
Jan. 2nd, 2006 12:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
khiemtranSome observations about the place I still consider home...
- nights are dark and quiet, as they should be. Streets are empty after dark. Instead of traffic, you hear cows.
- you go to the beach to walk or swim, never to ogle or be seen.
- dogs are always happy to see you, no matter how long you've been away
- there are always fun things to play with, bamboo flutes and travel guides, foreign books and ancient camera gear.
- there are always good things in the pantry as long as you check the date. Last year I found some great vietnamese coffee, freshly ground and bought in Melbourne. This year, I found the same jar, still half empty as I'd left it.
- people smile at you in the street and talk to you when you say hello
- after watching various Asian foods try to gain a foothold over the last thirty years, it looks like sushi has finally made it
- there are always ideas and inspiration. When my dad wants to do something, he simply does it. If he doesn't know how, he figures it out. My mum always has exciting photos to show.
- by some unlikely chance, an art gallery and cafe has opened across the road from my parent's house. Real espresso coffee, albeit at Sydney prices.
- the farms are vanishing now under a carpet of new housing. A new train station has been built, and next will come supermarkets and shops. One day, young couples will be living in tiny units there, lamenting that they didn't get in fast enough to buy a house when the land was still cheap.
- nights are dark and quiet, as they should be. Streets are empty after dark. Instead of traffic, you hear cows.
- you go to the beach to walk or swim, never to ogle or be seen.
- dogs are always happy to see you, no matter how long you've been away
- there are always fun things to play with, bamboo flutes and travel guides, foreign books and ancient camera gear.
- there are always good things in the pantry as long as you check the date. Last year I found some great vietnamese coffee, freshly ground and bought in Melbourne. This year, I found the same jar, still half empty as I'd left it.
- people smile at you in the street and talk to you when you say hello
- after watching various Asian foods try to gain a foothold over the last thirty years, it looks like sushi has finally made it
- there are always ideas and inspiration. When my dad wants to do something, he simply does it. If he doesn't know how, he figures it out. My mum always has exciting photos to show.
- by some unlikely chance, an art gallery and cafe has opened across the road from my parent's house. Real espresso coffee, albeit at Sydney prices.
- the farms are vanishing now under a carpet of new housing. A new train station has been built, and next will come supermarkets and shops. One day, young couples will be living in tiny units there, lamenting that they didn't get in fast enough to buy a house when the land was still cheap.
