So, Adelaide…
February 16th, 2007 by Adam
You can’t be from Southern California and not feel at home here. From the intense heat to the artificial greenery to street grids to brown hills on one side and the ocean on the other, it’s home through and through. It’s only been a week, but something about this place makes me feel as if I’ve been here ages. I’ve only lived in this house five days and couldn’t be more comfortable:
My tiny room with tiny bed, desk, bookshelf and armoire.
My most awesome of showers (The shower head is actually taller than I am!!)
My comfy living room:
My street:
My Campus:
My new routine:
Every morning I wake around 8 to the sound of the Mandrills at the zoo doing their high-pitched warble. Rumor has it you can hear the lions some mornings as well, though no confirmation of this. I stumble into the kitchen, make two pieces of toast and a cup of coffee and scan the paper. On weekends, room mate Lauren and her boyfriend David join me and we have a go at passing around the more interesting articles and taking all the quizzes and such. If I have obligations at the Uni I head that direction—a ten minute walk down Finniss Street, through the park, down the path by the River Torrens and across the footbridge to Campus. After my obligations are complete, perhaps a jaunt down to Rundle Mall if I need to pick something up, or just head home where I spend the rest of the afternoon camped under our most powerful of air conditioning units. Once evening settles in and the heat is less oppressive, I take the show out front to the porch where I sit and read, write, or just watch the people go past. Afterwards I may fix myself a little dinner, or meet up with some of the folks I’ve met to go for dinner, or out to one of the bars for a drink. At night North Adelaide is pretty quiet, being a posh kind of suburb, but down in the city proper on the other side of campus there are various clubs, pubs and even a casino that stay open ‘til 6:00am or so on weekends. Once classes start the routine won’t change much, just four hours of classes a week and part-time work if I ever get around to applying for working rights and looking for a job. I don’t watch much television, though I’ve taken to some of the Aussie game shows (more on these at a later date) and given bandwidth limitations the internet can no longer function as my constant distraction—all I can really do is check email, blog and catch up on my beloved online comics every once in a while. In related news, check out the new site: drunkardofoz.blogspot.com Read from the beginning and it will make more sense. I’ll keep that updated as regularly as I can.
That’s it for now. I’m here to write and I’ve done much of that, but didn’t feel right posting anything without first mentioning my new digs. So that’s about it. Next week is O’Ball—a big concert on campus, and two weeks after is WOMAD—the Adelaide World Music Festival out in the Parklands which lasts three days. That should be a trip. David is going to take me to see Ben Folds’ house in the suburb of Norwich, and if he happens to be in Adelaide sometime this year I’m going to knock on his door and tell him just how much ass he kicks.
I’m gone. Drop me a line and I’ll catch you fuckers later.
Adam