Alright let's be real. I miss Texas. I miss my family. I miss my mom. I miss Biscuit. I miss my car. I miss routines. I miss my bed. I miss L&G. I miss my apartment. I miss babysitting. I miss my friends.
But.
I love Sydney. I love late night ping pong games. I love the bitter wind whipping my hair. I love the tall, tall buildings next to original sandstone. I love Australiana. I love the Harbour. I love backpackers. I love the sights. I love the food. I love the bus. I love it here.
Let's list.
-I saw someone doing a Flat Stanley project. Universal.
-I kind of am super annoyed by most of the people on this trip. Okay, these three girls. But I'm over it.
-Aboriginals make our Native Americans look like sissies. Good lord they were treated horribly.
-This history is like nothing I have ever heard. I can't stop knowing more.
-I realize now how incredibly, incredibly, incredibly amazing my trip to the U.K. was.
-I am sosososo glad I came here when I did. I wouldn't have understood it like this.
-Ferries are the bomb. Yes.
-I prefer the Harbour Bridge to the Opera House. Upon close inspection, the Opera House is a little blah and has somewhat of a tragic history.
-It is so freaking cold here, though. If we're not in the sun, I'm shivering, no matter what I'm wearing.
-Everything is so different and so similar, it's unnerving.
-I can't stop smiling at the locals.
-I can't stop wishing everyone I've ever loved was here with me.
-My legs won't stop hurting. Mostly because I won't stop walking.
-Good god, I am sick of people checking their facebooks. Get over it.
-And skyping in class. Just stop it.
-Sorry, that just bugs me. We are in freaking Australia.
-The professor gets my humor. The list ends there.
-It's become a very clear blur, if that makes any sense. If I don't focus on a particular moment, day or place, it spins by.
-I so love it here. It makes my heart ache to think about leaving.
-Falling into my bed every night is perhaps the most supreme pleasure I've ever had.
-Green and gold are so freaking tacky together, but I can't not love it. It's everywhere.
-The Queen could not matter less here.
-That actually makes me a little sad...
-I keep trying to walk like a Sydney-ite.
-Finally being able to look right before I look left to cross the street. Yes.
There are a thousand little things throughout the days. I couldn't begin to remember them all, even though every time I sternly tell myself to do just that. Bottom line, I am very happy. I love it here. But I miss you.
