sydney secrets.

So I'm finally back from the flip side.

Sydney was, a rather interesting experience. I loathe to use that overused term, but until I find a better one, Sydney was...interesting.

A week from everything was exactly what the doctor ordered. Although Monday morning will not be pretty.

Sydney is the evil version of Melbourne. It's livelier, more cosmopolitan, and radical. It's loud and it's bright. At 11am, the food hawkers still abound with their assortments of delicacies.

I was actually tempted to stay a little. Like if I was perhaps offered a job opportunity. Two years ago I would have refused. Two days ago I would have said perhaps.

My biggest treat was my spending spree on second-hand books. I love second-hand books. They feel familiar. They feel like home. They don't afford the pretension of new covers where you have to be careful with the spines. Second-hand books just demand you to read them, not display them.

I bought nine of them. Was that too excessive?

I also got to find myself. No it wasn't a walkabout, or any other travel ads. But when the city lights blare while you're alone by yourself in a somewhat foreign space, without the Internet, you get to think. You get that time and space to gain little epiphanies.

I found out that I still maintain my immense love for reading, writing, films and travelling. Take any of these away, and I'll show you a boring deadbeat.

The cumulation of travel joys and inspiring plenaries have led me along the line of thought of getting away. Of travelling solo. To some place, to learn a new language, learn a new culture, be a new person.

To lose myself so that I can find myself.

Kinda like a little walkabout.

I'm kinda really thinking about it now.

. Arigato .