as i get ready to go to bed on my last night in sydney, i’m thinking about my almost two weeks here.
it has been interesting to say the least. i had to learn about myself as a person and as a traveler. as most of you know, my situation had changed from when i booked my flight to when i actually arrived, which forced me to re-evaluate some priorities.
sydney is where i partied until 3 in the morning and vomitted the next day. it’s also where i spent countless hours roaming the city streets, not having any particular destination and simply trying to enjoy the journey.
sydney is where i hung out with a 7-year old and played Crash Bandicoot until i thought my thumb would fall off. it’s where we went exploring on rocks and i was reminded how easily children are entertained and how envious i am of it.
sydney is where i wandered into a handful of museums and discovered Aboriginal paintings and writings. i also found heaps of friendly people eager to give directions and advice on finding a good pub.
sydney is where i won $200 in a casino at a game i didn’t even want to play and wound up having a conversation with a math teacher from san fran. i was bemused and baffled by buses and trains and thankful to be able to walk to most places.
sydney was where i had to say goodbye to parts of my past that i was in love with.
and sydney was where i had to move on.
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