All of us, at one point in time, dream about living in another country. I am no different. In my dreams, I dreamed about living in this nice house with lawns and backyards. I dreamed about drinking hot coffee outside my lawn and enjoying the cool morning air without having to wipe sweat off my face every other minute. I dreamed doing outdoor activities - be it cycling, walking the dog, or just walking around the neighbourhood, breathing fresh air without choking myself with dust and carbon monoxide.
I dream of peaceful and quiet moments. A calming lull in the suburbs where I stay where people are pleasant and nice.
I dreamed about weekends where I am not confined to just shopping malls or staying at home facing a PC. And not getting stuck in the traffic jam in this 34 degree Celsius weather whenever I wanted to go out and buy things. And not fighting for car parks for that matter.
I dreamed about an environment where you don't see huge water filter installed outside houses and that people feel safe to drink water straight from the tap.
I dreamed about driving my car without having to lock the door. And houses with no grills and zillions of padlocks. Or leaving the car unlock just for the 5 minutes I need to go into the house to grab my bag. I'd like to feel safe in my home without having to stay in a gated community and paying security guards to patrol around my houses. I dreamed of a place where the people are proud of the police and fire departments and in fact of the level of service from government agencies.
I dreamed of Melbourne.
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