In my first post, I want to introduce the city where I currently call home. Although I love to travel as often as I get the opportunity to a little part of me always yearns for the security of home.

Home is Perth in Western Australia. We are the other side of the outback from cities you non-Aussies probably have heard of  – Melbourne, Sydney and little old Canberra where all the pollies hang out,  and the outside world does not seem to know a lot about us. ,I guess as a city of 1.6 million we are relatively insignificant on a global scale. We are really only known for our mining boom and Heath Ledger.

We are the world’s most isolated capital city (of a state) and also the world’s second windiest, beaten only by Chicago!

We are blessed with some of the world’s most beautiful beaches, and the more I travel, the more this idea which has been planted in my head from a young age (we need something to justify our city’s solitude and somewhat dullsville reputation) is confirmed.

Apart from the beach, there is not a whole bunch to do. That is not saying I don’t love the place or the amazing people who live here who I am lucky enough to call my friends and family, i do very much so.

The thing I love about Perth is that it is a safe isolated bubble, apart from our ridiculously inflated food, housing and perhaps most importantly beer prices, we really have it easy here in our little fishbowl on the West Coast.

In my experience there are two typical attitudes towards travel that are cultivated from a Perth upbringing. The first type of person (probably the most common) are the stubborn fish that do not even realise that their tank exists. These Perthites and a very cautious about leaving and seeing the world – maybe leaving briefly for a trip to Bali, or the “cooler” cities on the Eastern states and perhaps a Contiki/Eurotrip style Europe adventure during Uni.  But ultimately they get stuck in Perth for life. This is due to laziness, fear or comfort and probably some degree of culturally blindness.

Then there is the second type of person. Type 2 takes on the isolated nature of Perth as a challenge… and escape Finding Nemo style by clogging up the filter in the tank and taking a risky flight somewhere across the ocean thanks to a seagull. This second type is always scheming and saving and does not let the long haul flights put them off an adventure.. Guess which type I am?

It probably won’t come as a surprise that I am the always-planning-my-next escape subtype of Perthite. Just last year I booked a backpacking adventure a week before I left without telling my boyfriend of the time.

Oh actually there is the third type of person – the Melbourne wannabe, who is so completely obsessed with moving to Melbourne (everyone knows the coffee is SOOOOO much better in Melbourne okay?)  that not only do they overlook all the great things P-town has to offer, they also forget there is a whole world out there!

Don’t get me wrong, I am not a Perth hater, I  love Western Australia and never see myself abandoning it completely. Anyone who follows me on Instagram will see that every second post is one of the beach and some caption/emoji combo of me absolutely frothing about it. I also think that we have some v strong breakfast places, a few cool small bars and a pretty cool, yet low key electronic music scene..

Perth is home. It is my safe base where I like to come back to occasionally, chill out on the beach, see my family, drink some little creatures, go out to a bar and know every second person in it. But most of my aspirations lie outside Perth i suppose, mainly I daydream about long flights up amongst the clouds, and I get itchy when I stay here too long, restless for a place without a stifling small town vibe and an average beer price of $12 a pint.

Only by travelling, and seeing how people live elsewhere, can we truly appreciate the place that we call home.


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