trip advisor

Having spent the long weekend a few hours south of Sydney, the usual thing would be an in depth trip advisor-esque review.

A run down of the place, accommodation, food and attractions.

So here it is:

South Coast NSW is good.

they eat wombats don’t they?

I do love the city. I love this city.

You can point to a myriad of problems in it or point at other places doing things better and you would probably be right. But for me, right now, it’ll do.

But that is not to say that occasionally I don’t want to get the hell out.

It has been too long now. So this weekend it is time to head south, get some distance and get some perspective. View things from a different angle.

Whilst 3 and a bit hours down from the metropolis, the typical city dweller weekender pursuits can be enjoyed…

Complaining about how everything country is not like it is in the city.

Moaning about slow service and bad coffee.

There isn’t a choice of artisan bakery.

And then after the initial readjustment and the exhausting of complaints will come the sea change fantasy.

The walk along the coast. The fresh air. The quiet roads.

Then the slow linger outside of the real estate window. The mental comparison of variations of square metres for money.

Realities will be whimsically overlooked and earnest discussions begun. A wine-hued haze will descend whilst exploring the finer details of this new life.

The slow life. The good life.

And then the keys will be dropped off at 10am on Monday morning. The car pointed north. The miles covered. The city reentered.

Reality resumed. Tuesday morning sat in an office with a vacant stare.