A town no longer my own

It is strange going back to Sydney now. It was once a huge part of me… But that Sydney has moved on without me, and it is no longer the city that I knew or was a part of. When I walk around now, I am a tourist. But I try my best to not be *that* kind of tourist!

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I look back over the photos I’ve taken on this trip, and I realise that the pictures I take in Sydney are the equivalent of the photos I took five years ago when I got to Amsterdam.

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I take photos of lush looking markets filled with fresh produce …

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… of walkways and architecture that capture my fancy.

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The unusual and tasty food that we don’t get at home, but are lucky enough to share with good friends.

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We make sure to go to our favourite spaces, so we can re-charge our mental and emotional batteries.

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As I walk through the world there is a smile on my face. I see some people stare at me from the corners of their eyes. It’s not Sydney style to walk along smiling, and it sets me apart as an outsider.

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But the air is full of the rich heady scent of frangipani. It is a very “Sydney in Summer” smell, and as I stop to photograph it a local jogs past and noticing what I’m doing, it makes her grin too.

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This guy walking his horse was kind enough to slow down so I could take his photograph!

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It reminded me of the guy who used to walk his goat down King St. But we didn’t make it to Newtown this trip.

The streets I have walked with confidence in my past lives are covered in art that takes me back in time.

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And yet they are no longer the same streets, it is no longer the same art, and I am no longer the same person.

4 thoughts on “A town no longer my own

  1. That’s quite a yard display; whatever it is that goes on there seems to draw a crowd (of gnomes). 🙂

    This sounds and feels familiar — when I go back, I take pictures like I initially did here: adverts, strange shops, pretty views, foods and people I miss… maybe that’s to be expected, but I hadn’t thought on it until you posted about it. 🙂

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