I should have started this list with something a little less sinful, but screw it. I will miss wine. Australian wine is good, yo. T and I went to Margaret River for New Year’s this year, where we took turns tasting and driving (I did a little more tasting than driving), and staggered our way around dozens of lovely vineyards in WA.

We’ve made a couple of trips to the Yarra Valley, where we did more driving than tasting, because it’s only a day trip from Melbourne. Those trips were still fun, but there was decidedly less tasting, and thus, less staggering.

The best thing about living here is that we can walk 100 feet in either direction from our house and buy a bottle of ‘cooking wine’ for $7, which T gleefully finishes, because we don’t want to be wasteful. And the scary thing? It’s not so bad.