There's something about cities that make me want to dress better, walk better, be better. Maybe it's the fact that there are more eyes on me, or maybe it's that there are no eyes on me at all. Maybe it's because I'm now another part of these masses of people waiting at traffic lights and walking between buildings; yet I'm still an individual. I still have my own style and my own story, and so do all of them. There's so many styles and stories compacted into this place of life and shops and noise, and all of this inspires you to stretch and change and be.
I wouldn't mind living in one of those houses along the Eastern beaches. It doesn't have the same vibe as those laid back beaches in Queensland or on the coast between Canberra and Sydney. The people there are still characters of the city. The girls wear their fluorescent gym clothes, or their simple, classy monotone basics, or their Nike and Adidas. They wear their huge sunglasses and strappy sandals or branded sneakers.
People there can walk their dogs, lie on towels in crevices of rocks or on top of soft white sand and read their books, go on long jogs along the coastal walks, or sit in shops and eat healthy breakfasts or fish and chips. The atmosphere makes me want to go outside and do something. It makes me feel relaxed. It's like an oasis in the middle of a city.