a foot in both camps

The simple issue is that I am terribly proud of being British (will have to work out why and explain this to you I know) but am delighted that I am a resident of Australia. An ex once said to me "now you'll always have a foot in both camps"... I'm wondering still whether to believe her? In its harsh reality does this mean I'll never been home again? Or does this mean that'll have the best of both worlds?

She spent 12 years in London and we came to Australia for her to return home and for us to start a new life. We all live predicatable lives or lives of routine far too quickly. Did anyone ever see the film "About Last Night" with Rob Lowe and Demi Moore, I'm telling you you'll need to brush up on your Gen X references for this to be remotely relevant. Anyway, in it this couple get together and after a while have a routine, which is articulated in beautiful naffness when they explain to a friend that Tuesday night is "sandwich night", the night when neither of them cook! See routine.

Anyway, I realise that now I'm on my own and living in Sydney that I've not delved into its recesses the way I did in London. Sydney is now my home, so this blog will be sharing some of my exploits as I try and make sense of it all. Tonight another single friend and I are going to a gallery opening in Waterloo, shall I drive and not drink or drink and not drive. It'll be about how lazy I am come 6pm! And you know what's different about that decision in Sydney over London? I'd be getting p1ssed in London cos no one drives to work!