It feels like we live here. We return to our favourite shops, we take transit, we clean our suite. We’re looking forward to putting down roots in Mackay; fostering new friendships, establishing ourselves in a community.
I spent the morning doing research. After a few hours at George St. branch of the Brisbane library, my Excel spreadsheet of Australian postgraduate programs began to take shape. So far I’m torn between University of Melbourne’s Master of Creative Writing, Publishing, and Editing program and University of Sydney’s Master of Media Practice program. Any thoughts?
When Chris came home early from work, we shared a bottle and a half of wine over lunch. Wonderful.
In the late afternoon we ventured out into the city, looking for a coffee shop to continue our research into graduate schools (me) and cars (Chris). It turns out that most coffee shops in Brisbane, in fact most shops in Brisbane, close at 5pm. We happened across Bleeding Heart Cafe on Ann St, which promised internet, beverages and wares by local artisans but only between the hours of 10am and 5pm. We’ll be sure to return tomorrow, which may be our last day in Brisbane.
Our search fruitless, we returned to our suite to create our own cafe. I brewed T2 Sencha Mango and turned on my ‘coffee shop’ mix-tape, which comprised of:
- Constellation by Forest City Lovers
- Michicant by Bon Iver
- Modern Man by Arcade Fire
- Just Like Honey by The Jesus and Mary Chain
- It Was A Strange Time In My Life by Jens Lekman
- Son of Sam by Elliot Smith
- Montreal by Ariane Moffat
- Dress Me Life A Clown by Margot and the Nuclear So & Sos
- Love, Love, Love by As Tall As Lions
- Jasper by Aidan Knight
- I’m A Cuckoo by Belle and Sebastian w/The Avalanches
- Dry the Rain by The Beta Band
- More Than This by Charlie Hunter featuring Norah Jones
- Ending Start by Metric
We continue to cook our own meals. Tonight we had a stir fry of tofu drenched in garlic and ginger with green beans, carrots, leeks and onions over a bed of par-boiled cabbage. All the veg helps to balance last night’s dinner of Australian sausage and potatoes.
We’ll miss the dinner-time sights and sounds from our balcony suite.
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