I'll Never Live To Match The Beauty Again

As of today I've been living in Brisbane for one year and there are things about this city that will always pull me back, no matter where I end up. Just like in Sydney, there are places that I miss, both new and old. Some I have just discovered, and already find myself yearning to revisit.

I guess each city is its own entity, and while superficially it may seem that a city is defined by its places and people, there has to be something underneath all that, that makes it what it is. Because without that, then it is just another suffocating landscape.

To me, Brisbane is an endless stretch of the horizon burgeoning on sunset, full of hope and promise, but always disappearing just before you can grab a hold of what it is you are looking for. But you wake up the next day and it's still there, that little promise of greatness pushed far into the distance, waiting for you to reach it.

Brisbane is beautiful in the most ordinary of ways. It is an earnest beauty that needs no explanation, or maybe I just can't find one. How do you describe the way the light falls on certain parts of the landscape, and that this in itself gives you hope, and makes you breathe easier somehow. Perhaps it is because from where I am, I can see it all, the mountains, the city, the small people below, going about their daily lives as if they are blind to the natural beauty right before their eyes.

There is much about this city I am yet to uncover, but I want to find it all, take it in, and never for a second take for granted what is in front of me. And aside from that...pretty girls talk to me in Brisbane, so I can't complain!