I wish I can pipe something playful and witty like “You can take the girl out of the city, but you can’t take the city out of the girl,” to start this blog with. But that doesn’t ring entirely true for me. I spent 25% of my two-week stay in Sydney roving through CBD. So, really—you can’t even take the girl out of the city in the first place.
CBD is Sydney’s Central Business District. It’s exactly what its name implies: an economic hub that houses coffee shops to hang out in during the day, and bars to hang out in come dark. The urbanscape is a mix of modern skyscrapers and historical architecture. Sydney takes its preservation of historical heritage seriously, so you’ll see shops and structures that date as far back as the 1800s.
But it’s not CBD’s refurbished bars or picturesque buildings that captured my heart. It’s the spacious sidewalks that made walking leisurely and conventional—a thing, in millennial-speak.
“It’s also the fact that you get to own your space in public.”
And it’s also the fact that you get to own your space in public. A friend of my brother, who toured us around CBD, told us that she has experienced drifting off to sleep on a bench along Pitt St. She woke up the next day completely unbothered. It’s a stark difference compared to Manila, where I can’t even walk from point A to B without clutching my bag close to my chest.
So here’s to CBD, for which I forewent tourist-y spots like museums and botanical gardens, just so I can have more afternoons of people-watching and strolling through its windy streets.