The Pretty People of Perth
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January 8th, 2009 – by: afredrix
Two years ago, that not-so-little-anymore sister picked up and moved half-way around the world. At first it was for school. Now I'm afraid we might have lost Allie completely to the Aussie way of life or, more specifically, an Aussie boy.
The happy couple had just returned from a stateside Christmas trip. Frank survived the two-week long initiation into the Fredericks clan with flying colors.
I was admittedly a terrible tourist while in Perth. Allie took me on the occasional city tour and visited cute areas like Fremantle, but mostly it was a chance to relax after playing the tourist for seven months and hang out with a sister I hadn't seen since the day she moved to this far away land.
On the other hand, we were all-stars about making it to the beach. My tan reached new unimaginable levels that will be hard to emulate in the slightly less sunny Seattle. The view was gorgeous, kite-surfers plentiful and sun shining. My only complaint was the wind that always seemed to intensify the closer we got to the water. On the plus side, sunbathing on the beach was like a tanning session and body exfoliation all in one. I'll leave this city browned and silky smooth.
Sunday sessions were the other area in which we excelled. Every weekend, just after lunch and a morning hangover, the suburban bars would fill up with Perth's beautiful people, dressed in their Sunday best.
The rest of the time, we could be found hanging out at the house or its backyard pool. As of a whole 2-days before their trip abroad, Allie and Frank had moved in with his sister and brother-in-law. Luckily for me, the full house still had a bedroom to spare and for the first time in a very long time, I had a space of my own.
It was Frank's friend Fragas that consistently saved me from assuming the position of third or fifth wheel.
It was in this particular backyard pool of said house, where all of these fore-mentioned characters and a few random others gathered on the 26th day of January to celebrate Australia Day. It's similar to the 4th of July, in that it's a great excuse to get together to barbeque and drink beer, while proudly waving your country's flag.
The day came when I had to leave my sister and head east. I considered finding a job in Perth and extending my time. I even handed out a resume. But in the end, it wasn't fair to Frank and Allie to continue on as their tagalong. The tricycle needed to be retired. It's hard saying goodbye to a sibling not knowing the next time you'll see them. For as close as our family is, geographically we've become quite ridiculously dispersed. I'll just keep my fingers crossed that these two make lots of money or perhaps acquire a private jet that'll frequently bring them stateside. On the upside, the Frederickses have yet another beautiful place to visit.
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