As of this week, I've been living in Sydney for an entire year, and I find myself falling deeper and deeper in love with this city each day. The afternoon light that spills into my apartment. The unexpectedly lovely moments with new neighbours. The effervescent happiness that accompanies sunny weather, the sense of calm that seeps in with the ocean waves. The fact that when the need for saltwater washes over me - I can be there, floating, in five minutes. I often wonder if people that have always lived in Sydney realise just how lucky they are?
There is one thing I do find difficult living in Sydney, and that is making friends, making close friends. I am lucky in that I have a wonderful group of friends who are always there for me but they just don't happen to live in Sydney, and there is something to be said for being able to walk down the street to a friend's house for a cup of tea. There are a few elements other than the location against me - I am in my late twenties, introverted, married, and work primarily from home. That doesn't leave many opportunities for meeting people, especially people with whom I feel akin. But it does sometimes seem that people here don't want, need, or have time for any new friends. Maybe it just doesn't happen so easily when your an adult?
Over the next few months I am going to try and get out to meet some new people in Sydney, and hopefully blogging and freelancing will help me connect with similarly minded folk. In the meanwhile, I'll be embracing long-distance friend Skype dates, baking a lot, and listening to too much Neil Young. Have you found it hard at all to make friends when moving to another city? Or in general in your late twenties?