a place of perfection

i was walking down the street tonight, to the shops to grab some onions and tomotos for dinner and i just felt so, at peace and happy with where i was. everything is so accessable. in australia u cant just walk dow the street to grab what you need at the last min while cooking dinner at 7-8 at night. the shops here r open til like 9-10 everynight locally. everyone around seemed so content with life. there was the hair dressers eating their dinner (with no clients in site as usual!) the kids playing on the path, the toshiba workers playing haki-sak. i cant explain it, i just felt happy. but sad, that i will have to leave this place. altho china is a place of many foes and worries and discouragements there are elements here that i wish i didnt have to leave behind. i will find it so hard to leave, i will cry for sure. and australia just wont feel the same as it used to. at least not to start with. i will miss china. but eventually no doubt ill slip into my selfish existance and forget the way things were here. maybe for my own good? maybe not? i dont know.
walking back home from the shops i wished that i cud have everything here that i loved from australia. my awesome friends, great job, maybe even 'the dean' lol. then i would have a perfect existance. but i mean really nothing is perfect is it? at least not for more than a week. then u realise uve been blinded and the real truth hits u like a tonne of bricks. and then ur back to searching for perfection again and again and again.