My mom is gone, she's on a plane heading back to the U.S.
We took a ferry from our house to Circular Quay (where the Sydney Opera House is), then a train straight into the International Airport Terminal. Having never lived in an area with real public transportation, every time I successfully arrive at my destination via ferry, train, or bus, I feel like I've accomplished something extraordinary. Yes, I know that's pathetic.
Returning home on the ferry, I sat on the deck outside. I was in the zone reflecting back on the last year; a year I spent/wasted feeling out of place, making comparisons to home, and basically acting bitchy and bitter.
It's stupid and ridiculous, I am living in Sydney, Australia-- one of the most the beautiful places in the world, where kangaroos and koala bears lie on the beach, holding hands and eating meat pies. It's been over a year since we landed here, and I'm painfully aware that it's time to put on my big girl pants and join the barbie (that's Australian for BBQ, duh).
I am officially going snap out of this and seize the day. Today is the first day of the rest of my life--- I couldn't help that coming out of my fingers.
Note to mom:
Please don't wait that long again to get your sweet ass back here.
In the meantime, here's some memories for the road:
My four year old rocking out during the 2008 City to Surf Race in Sydney. 70,000 people ran (or walked) from downtown Sydney to Bondi Beach.
My mom on the ferry en route to the airport, abandoning us here.