When I was in Australia, I spent most of my time in Toowoomba.
When I was in Australia, I spent most of my time in Toowoomba, this little town 1.5 hours from Brisbane. It’s on a hill or something so the temperature was lower than in Brisbane & Gold Coast. Definitely needed those Uggs when I went out at the night.
It’s a quaint little town… I just googled, the population’s errr a grand total of 131, 258. The place gets dark by 5pm and everything’s just about closed by then too.
This is where we were putting up.
It’s right next to a funeral parlour, something that would creep the hell outta me back here in Singapore, but somehow I was pretty cool about it there. I think it’s because angmoh ghosts don’t freak me out as much as Asian ghosts aka Sadako wtf.
When the boy goes to work in the day (or night sometimes when he has night flying), this was my routine every day.
Wake up early and head out for brekkie with the boy. Best Eggs Benny ever at Cafe Inferno.
Come back, clear my emails, blog, edit pictures, reply WhatsApp messages so that my friends know I’m still alive then take a shower - which is an adventure on its own. There were only two options I can choose from: arctic ocean or molten lava.
Then head out to the mall to get my own lunch. Sometimes I would get lazy and I’ll head to the supermarket and get a buncha soups and head back, pop them into the microwave oven and spend the afternoon watching Suits with my soups.
If I am less lazy, I’ll spend the afternoon at a coffee place with a cuppa, pastry and my book (which ironically is my Abu Dhabi travel guide lol)
Australia is 2 hours ahead of Singapore.. so the first half of the day is usually reallyyyyy slow for me. I’ll look at the time 10am and tell myself that it’s only 8am in Singapore, too early to get any work done so I’ll just laze around.. and then when the afternoon comes around, I’ll end up scrambling for time - in the midst of replying emails at 2pm Singapore time, I’ll soon realise WHAAAATTT? It’s already 4pm Aussie time and the boy will be home in an hour FML! scrambles to blow hair, apply make up etc
Sometimes I’ll have a few minutes before the boy reaches home and I’ll pop outside to marvel at the sunset right above my head.
Then we’ll go out for dinner! We usually end up at Fitzy’s on Church because the boy really likes the food there and it was here that I had the best spaghetti carbonara of my life no kidding. Nothing particularly special about this place.. beer, poker machines and everybody seems to be everyone’s neighbour of a neighbour if you get what I mean.
Some nights we’ll get lazy and order in - there was one night we had Domino’s with The Great Gatsby on the telly.
OH, and there’s KFC Tuesdays too! 9 pieces of cheeeken for only $9. Can eat till get fat and die wtf.
Thursdays were a little special cause there’s late night shopping! By that I mean the shops errr, open till 8pm.
And there was one night we popped into his colleague’s place for a dinner party. So grown-up sounding wtf. I was afraid they’d trust me to
burn grill the prawns but thankfully the two men were both kitchen nazis and I didn’t have to go near the fire at all lol.
Some days the boy ends work like really early when he ain’t flying and we get to go out for lunch!
The boy’s favourite burger joint in THE WORLD! Phat Burgers was so orgasmic that it puts our Omakase Burger to shame seriously. At a fraction of the price too! I had the Van Helsing and this came with garlic premium beef, caramelised onions, fresh tomatoes, beetroot relish, iceberg lettuce, lemon mayo, horseradish and bbq sauce. OMG my stomach jusT
growled typing that out.
But good food, amazing sunsets and friendly people aside, what I really enjoyed about life there was life. I loved how I had time to do the things I want to do (like catching up on Suits), how I didn’t feel compelled to reply another email before I can take a toilet break, or how I didn’t feel guilty about taking time off to blog - something I often berate myself for back here. Not that anyone is making me do all these.. but I guess it automatically comes from being in Singapore. I’m such a conformist lol.
And I guess it’s for this reason that I left Singapore for Bangkok all those years ago.
So when the boy asked if I could see myself living overseas again… I think you already know my reply.
Rest of the Australia diaries here