Home Again - Sydney

I was expecting the post holiday blues to hit me soon after arriving back from Chile, but I think I've been spared.

In part I'm sure it's cos I've been working every opportunity I can and thus haven't had time to even scratch myself. Partly I think it's cos I'm happy with my Viejito, planning our future together and getting things rolling bit by bit. Part also has to be having seen so much of my family of late, I had missed them all so much. But in part I think it's also that I really do LOVE Sydney.

I love riding the streets at night taking in the sights and sounds of the city. I love the surly wait staff that you forgive as soon as they turn to you with a smile and a joke about how fucked up they are. I love the beaches all cream coloured sand and emerald and sapphire water with red stripped backpackers collecting skin cancer for souvenirs. I love watching the river cats skimming under the bridges, silently slinking their human cargo from shore to shore. I love the familiar strangers that you know, who you've seen for years, that make up the city as much as any skyline.

And I love having friends around me here.
Lance with his eccentricities, and his boyish tinkerings. He stayed up playing with my scooter the other night and when I rode her the next day it was like a new machine. Allan and Amber who greeted me like old friends the first time I met them, have proved to be fun and welcoming. Tash is like an alternate version of me. We are very alike and very different at the same time and I'm loving hanging out and getting to know her better. Andy, 2Pies, Marcelo, Alffie, Siobhan and all the other usual suspects are still here and they still make me smile and laugh.

It feels so good to be here.