When you mobilize yourself to do something different — to go out in the world and think outside of the box in terms of ways to live your life — you’re opening the door to so much more than you realize. It is only then that the completely random and often serendipitous moments that lead you to picking up a slight Aussie accent and calling Sydney home can be brought to fruition.
I’m typing this post in my bedroom in the middle of the night; the window is wide open, the fan is on, and someone is outside on their balcony typing away on a typewriter. The sounds of each keystroke creep into my window. I’m warm. It’s March. Patrick will be home from basketball with two glorious slushies (or maybe a Cyclone popsicle for me) in about 5 minutes.
This is what my life is like sometimes here in Sydney. It’s not the crazy see-all-and-everything-I-can mindset that tourists have because I’m not a tourist. I never was. My whole exploration of Australia has been under the assumed identity of a traveler, but the fact is, I came here with the purpose of finding a purpose again.
I do believe that travel can benefit lost souls that need some revival, but if you’re on the road and then get lost, it can have the opposite effect. It’s like being tossed in a box, shaken around and then trying to figure out which way is up.
Luckily two years in has brought me to a new life, with a new purpose. I’m a girlfriend, a friend, a travel blogger, a dreamer, an explorer, a coffee connoisseur, a Travel Triber, a Sydneysider.
Happy 2 year anniversary to me!
>> Read my write-up after 1 year in Oz.