- I now talk to my neighbors in the building. Who does that? We have a WhatsApp group and everything. It’s unsettling for a (mildly misanthropic) introvert like me.
- The area is populated almost entirely by white people and bush turkeys. I’m surprised they don’t have a candidate in the upcoming local elections. The turkeys, not the white people. Those turkeys rule the streets and probably have a lot of reasonable policies.
- Medical people run mostly on time. I arrived early for one appointment and they ushered me in before I could answer a single clue in my cryptic. Inconsiderate.
- In my previous suburb everyone had a white Tesla, I think you need proof of ownership to move there now. Here, everyone has a dog. When I walk around flagrantly dogless, people eye me quizzically, like, Hey lady, where your dog at?
- The croissants! In my former area, only one bakery made real butter croissants. Here, French patisseries are ubiquitous, and excellent. Would have moved years ago had I known.
- There’s no library. I miss this, and malls, stationers, and department stores for browsing. The next suburb has a library, but it’s minuscule. I asked the librarian where the rest of the books were and now my library card has stopped working.
- Every second business is a Pilates studio. I think even the bush turkeys do Pilates as they are super sprightly. Periodically I get convinced I should take up yoga or Pilates, and I put class times in my schedule, and I meditate on activated almonds, and then I quietly fail to turn up to the classes, and life goes on. Good to know I have many more places here to sustain my delusion.
IMAGE: Local Pilates-honed, croissant-fed bush turkey strikes his best Blue Steel for the camera.
