Car city bitch

Clocked ten weeks back in car city. Within six hours I got my first speeding ticket, and after a hundred-odd hours since spent penitent on Sydney buses, doing the tedious commute from South Maroubra, I've moved to the relative sanctity of inner-city Redfern so I can walk everywhere and pretend the burbs don't exist. I maintain a daily mantra––a self-sell that it's the right time, bury the hatchet, make peace yaddayadda––which I hope will have an impact as it's exhausting not to mention boring to try so hard (and fail so dismally) in a city so revered for being shiny. I dare say both me and my long-suffering Sydney fan club would find it far less tedious if I could just enjoy myself. Full-time work is dispiriting, but I haven't quit yet, so there's hope that the system will have its way with me eventually. Come visit, it's great here and I'm a delight!

In the wake of the South Australia energy 'crisis', North Maroubra headland wind farm does its bit to prop up the national grid.