Picture snagged from this website.
Then I moved to the UK, and stayed in youth hostels for two weeks, surrounded by London Aussies. This was enough to convince me that I needn't ever give Australia another thought and I should certainly never consider moving there! They were unfriendly and self-centered, and they partied constantly, usually only at bars full of other Aussies (I still to this day have never set foot in a Walkabout, and I wouldn't mind dying without ever doing so).
So I was caught more than a little off guard when the boy chatting me up in a pub in Edinburgh had an Australian accent. But, but, but, he seems nice! Aussies aren't nice...I thought to myself. And now, nearly a year later, I'm completely carried away with the idea of living in that strange, isolated land. It's not a question of "if." It's a question of how long it will take me to raise the necessary money to get there, because I must go AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! I'm loving being with my family and friends, but FORGET YOU ALL, I WANT SUN! AND A POOL! AND MY HANDSOME MAN!
And the more I read about Adelaide, the more enamored with it I become. I know this is dangerous. I've never been there. I may hate it the moment I set foot there, and want to turn around and come rushing home to the gray, wet safety blanket of rain clouds that covers Seattle most of the year. I highly doubt I will, though. And Adelaide sounds like it embodies all the wonderful things about Seattle, but with a Mediterranean climate. Did you catch that? A Mediterranean climate!!
Picture from Handsome, of the Adelaide Hills wine region
No one can deter me now. I'm sold. I've been carried away by whimsy and I didn't even put up a struggle. Bring on the lifetime supply of sunscreen! Bring on Anzac biscuits and Lamingtons (they sound "interesting" at best)! Bring on old-fashioned trams that take you to the beach! Bring on--
What? What's that you say? I need a visa to get there? I need $5000 and proof of health insurance coverage? Right, best start working my ass off.