This is a hard one to write. Today, I left Australia on a plane bound for Phuket, Thailand. Australia. The place I’d dreamed of since I was 8 years old. I still haven’t processed how amazing this year has been, much less that it’s come to a close. Katie and I spent our last three days in Sydney, exploring the city that never gets old to me. Seeing the Opera House for the last time (this time) was exactly like seeing it for the first time. I was in awe. More than anywhere, standing in Circular Quay reminds me how lucky I am to have had this experience and how everything happens for a reason.
If Paris is a city of lights, Sydney is the city of fireworks. – Baz Luhrmann
Happy New Year everyone! I’ve just arrived in Adelaide for ten days in South Australia – I’m currently camped out at a coffee shop because my Barossa host family is evacuating their horses due to the bushfires. It’s also apparently 40o C outside so I’m opting for the air-conditioned airport. While I wait, I figured I’d catch up on a bit of writing. I didn’t write much during the holidays, but I wanted to recap a few of the places I visited while I stayed with my Canberra host family in Sydney.
On Friday night, I boarded a Murray’s bus for the third time in nearly a week to head back to Sydney. Stacey and I had a busy weekend planned – she hadn’t yet spent a weekend in the greatest city in Australia, and there were still some major sites for me to check off from the ol’ bucket list. Over the weekend, we were fortunate enough to find accommodations in Double Bay, courtesy of a friend’s aunt. We originally planned on using the Couchsurfing app to find a place to stay, but we were unable to find a host in time over Halloween weekend. Having breakfast on a balcony that overlooked Double Bay more than made up for it though.