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Melbourne, Victoria: Green Acres is the place to be

February 18, 2018 Jim 2 Comments

It can now be confirmed that Jamie and I are officially small town folks.

We spent the last four months in beautiful, idyllic villages like Broome, Daylesford, Angaston, Tanunda, Nuriootpa, Port Fairy, and Bright. Other than an occasional visit to Adelaide, which really doesn’t feel like a big city, we haven’t set foot in a town with more than 5,000 people since the middle of September.

Until today.

Oh, my god, Melbourne is supposedly glamorous and always ranks highly on those lists of world’s best cities, but we had been on the street for about ten minutes today when I turned to Jamie and said, “This must be what hell is like.” Wide-eyed and horrified, she agreed.

Way too many people crowding every sidewalk. Too many cars crawling down too few streets. Too many honking horns. Too much dirt. Too many skyscrapers blocking out the sun. Too many construction cranes dotting the horizon. Too much noise. Too many lunatics randomly screaming obscenities at the tops of their lungs.

It’s probably unfair of me to single out Melbourne. I think we would have had the same reaction to any big city.

To each his own. I know some people love the energy and excitement of a urban living, but not us.

Give us McKinney.

Give us the Barossa Valley.

Give us Green Acres.

 

 

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  1. Beth says

    February 18, 2018 at 2:29 pm

    Start planning your trip to Mississippi. Taylor Grocery, here we come!!!

  2. Jerry says

    February 19, 2018 at 1:08 pm

    I’m with you guys. When we left Albuquerque we moved to a great place called Lake Sumner. Fort Sumner, yes the Billy the Kid town, is 18 miles away and I only go there a couple of times per week for groceries or beer. No WalMart, no fast food joints except the one burger place that is locally owned. Three neighbors and one of them is my mother another one a brother. No bratty kids running around our ‘hood, almost everyone here is retired. The last time I heard a siren was last summer when the fire department was out for a grass fire. Our acres may not be green this time of year but it is still better than looking at a bunch of buildings!

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