I am back where I started... Sydney! Had a 6am flight (for which I had to wake up at 03:30, ugh) and now I am back at my last hostel in this city. It was a feast of recognition. Look, there's Scruffy Murphys, the Irish pub I love just for the name and where I had my first proper night out. Look, that's the Thai restaurant where I had food that was waaay too hot for me. Look, there's the WTC, where I had the introduction all those months ago. Look, the very first hostel! The Starbucks where I had coffee and a muffin on a lovely warm day... you get the picture. It's almost like coming home, except for one thing: I wouldn't want to call Sydney home. Not my favourite city. But all the memories that have been flooding back are bringing a smile to my face. It's only four and a half months ago that I arrived here, so very unsure of what this trip would be like, but it seems like more than a few lifetimes ago. I have done so much in the meantime. And I am leaving this wonderful country tomorrow. *sobs* I'm excited about going to New Zealand, but my time in Australia (apart from two days after NZ to sort things out) is almost over.
I can tell you now that if I can help it, I'm coming back, either on a tourist visa or as a permanent resident (oh yes, it's been on my mind). I am not done here yet.
