The song goes ‘Fake tales of San Francisco echoes through the room…’
On the way home, I was just listening to this track of the same title. And for some reason I related this to Migration.
EEKK..
The Monash lingering in me.
Interesting thought though. It did resonate a little with my time spent in Melbourne. Always having to create conversations with strangers. Always too lazy to try. Trying to sugar coat my reply whenever my parents ask me how it’s like.
Strangely enough, I still do it when people ask me about my experience.
Sometimes I think if everyone feels the same way when they talk about their experience living a long time abroad.
My experience wasn’t bad or anything. Through there were imperfections and challenges—which I rarely overcame without tears, I remember it fondly. I remember it like it’s a long lost friend I don’t talk to anymore.
Feeling rather good hitting the ‘full-stop’.
Track is pretty catchy. Go look it up.
