It's barely been 36 hours since I've arrived in Sydney and I already feel like I've eased into the rhythm of everyday life. I realised this as I was walking back to my cousins' apartment after buying my first batch of fruits -- Valencia oranges and green grapes. That brought me to the most amusing and comforting little fact that I, like my mother, take comfort in fruits. It sounds like the most uninteresting thing in the world, but really, I think my person is so enamoured by fruits that my possession of it can make the world seem like a better place.

After Mom, Andie and I went out to run some errands (which of course always includes buying more fruits) last week, Mom and I just sat on the couch admiring the fruits we had bought and arranged on our kitchen counter. We really are fruit-freaks. Andie's become our latest recruit. She'd always pull me to the fridge just so I could get her a bowlful of grapes.

Although I don't really have anyone to share my passion for fruits with here in the southern hemisphere, the thought that the rest of my family is probably enjoying the same thing I am makes me feel right at home here in Sydney.