Traveling, writing and living around the world
I write this post from a point in time where I am emotionally preparing myself for a good bye that has been looming for quite some time now.
I felt that it would only be right to pay a tribute to moments in time that made me grateful for a place that will always have my a piece of my heart. The theme I tried to create this week is reflective of just that – those moments that felt private, those moments when the city wasn’t rough and ugly and crowded.
Dear Sydney,
It is almost 5 a.m., and I am leaving for the airport in just a few hours. I find myself leaving last minute bits and pieces behind, convinced that I will be home at the end of my holidays to retrieve and organise the scattered articles of my life that I left behind for just a moment in time.
Figuring out how to spend your last few days in a city can be tough, because it feels like a toss up between things you loved doing and may not get to do again or things that you never did and may not get the chance to do.
I feel nervous in a queasy sort of way. Was it the rollercoaster of a ride through choppy waters out to the dive site or the fact that I hadn’t gone diving in two years? One hour’s sleep and a night spent helping my friend celebrate her 25th birthday sure didn’t help, but I ruled out seasickness and dived right in to my hesitation on whether I would remember how to scuba.
In the time that I’ve been back in Sydney, I’ve not gone out once. In order to save money in this city you basically need to stay say inside your house and not leave, and saving money in the limited time I have left has taken priority.
But last night was my good friend’s birthday, and so I went out. Thankfully I had a scuba diving assignment I needed to wake up for at 6:45 AM, which dissuaded me from ditching my budget to drink but didn’t keep me from staying out til all hours of the night.
Anyway, a friend recently described life post-break up as something I felt was spot on: it’s a social experiment of sorts.
