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. Would you like to know more?

When last we spoke, I left you in Sydney

I have so much to catch you all up on, and I’m getting further and further behind. So there may be a massive influx on posts this week, in order to get you all up to date so that I then have nothing left to tell you. How does that sound?

I’m a child of this big city and the inner west of Sydney, and when given the opportunity will gravitate back there.

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It energises me in a way that in uniquely Sydney. I love the sense of humour. Would you like to know more?