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Tomorrow we’ll be movin’ on up to the East Side. Of Sydney, but still. Very exciting times; we’re both pretty over using keycards to get into our room, the wall view and lack of sunlight, and the neighborhood shutting down on the weekends.

We went to our future neighborhood yesterday and I must say, it was kind of ridiculously pleasant. We ate lunch at an outdoor cafe (or burger place, but it looked like a cafe), we got coffee and walked around, and we meandered our way over to Rushcutters Bay Park (like five minutes from our apartment), where all these little kids and dogs were frolicking and boats were sailing around the harbor. These Birds of Paradise were poking out the gates of a nearby park:

There's no knocking the weather here

There's no knocking the weather here

I’m not quite sure when our stuff will all be arriving, though it’s apparently arrived in Australia since customs already assessed importation duties on our credit card. But of course we already have six boxes of clothing, and we bought a bed for the guestroom that will be delivered tomorrow afternoon, so hopefully we can get by. It’ll be kind of crazy having so much space, especially since I’ve pretty much spent all my time over the past year in NYC apartments or hotel rooms. Once again, I’m just looking forward to being able to receive visitors. You’ll even get your own private bathroom!

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In other news, I’ve been meaning to post about this for like two weeks, but I forgot, plus I wanted to give a visual. As I think I mentioned at some point, I LOVE pinkberry, the frozen yogurt place. There was one around the corner from our apt in NYC, and if not for the prohibitive cost I think I would have picked up a pomegranate with chocolate chips every night on my way home from the subway. I love it, and it was seriously pretty high on my list of stuff I was sad to be leaving behind. But no longer! We were walking on George Street a couple weeks ago and happened to pop into one of the anonymous shopping centers that don’t have signs advertising what stores are inside. I could hardly believe my eyes, but it looked like there was some sort of ice cream/frozen yogurt place off in the distance. As we got closer, I saw the sign, and my heart actually stopped for a second:

Such a ripoff, but I'll take what I can get

Such a ripoff, but I'll take what I can get

Hooray! In the grand Australian tradition of poorly imitating our stuff, this fro-yo place has a bizarro Pinkberry name and has totally ripped off their logo:

pinkberry

Not that I’m complaining. It’s just kind of funny. At first I thought this might be like a legit Australian sister company, but if you google “Whiteapple frozen yogurt” or “White Apple Australia” (or any combination of those things, excepting that they spell yogurt with an “h”), no company website comes up. Methinks they’re trying to stay off Pinkberry’s radar. Again, I’m not complaining: they have exactly the same yogurt flavors (tastes the same), and even better toppings (things like Cocoa Pebbles replaced with Tim Tams, dark chocolate, and red bean paste. As if you needed more reason to visit me, KT!). And it cost $4.70 AUD, so it’s like two bucks cheaper than what you’d pay in the U.S.

Furthermore, I happened to read in Time Out Sydney yesterday that a new yogurt place is set to open on the main restaurant street right around the corner from our new place. The planets are starting to align! Yes, I know, it takes dumb things to cheer me up, but whatever works, right?

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Next item of business: The husband’s rant of the post. Take it away…

The metric system.  I know that every country in the world except for the US, Liberia and Burma has adopted it as their official system of measurements, but it still drives me crazy.  It’s confusing that driving 100 makes you seem like an old person with your blinker on and our apartment is only 100 units in size but seems gigantic (however, I don’t mind weighing 95 and being 190 tall).  People say that the metric system makes sense with everything being a multiple of 10, but I just think it’s lazy.  Not everything needs to be so easy.   Socialism sure erodes any desire to be challenged.  If it was so great, why do they still divide days into 24, 60-minute hours?   Either go big or go home (or at least stop being so French).

[ed.: For those of you who know him, can’t you just hear him saying this indignantly out loud?]

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Finally, I just wanted to thank everyone from the blogosphere who reached out with kind words and advice after my last post. It’s nice to know there are other people out there who know what I’m going through, and y’all really did help lift my spirits on a particularly down day. What is it that say here? Ta?

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