I think back to my eighteen year old self, living twenty minutes away by bus from the city. My friends and I used to stand at the bus stop at ten o'clock on a Friday night, shivering, readjusting strapless tops, and popping gum. When the bus rounded the corner, we shucked off our heavy winter coats and chucked them behind the bus stop, ready to be collected once we stumbled back home. Once, we got back in the early hours of the morning and the wind had blown our jackets across the road. Now, at twenty seven, I live in the middle of the city. Within minutes I can be at any restaurant, cafe, gig, movie, play, club, or bar that suburbanites drive upwards from fifteen minutes to get to. Funny now how my favourite thing to do is stay at home.