Breeze from the water

It's my last day in Sydney today. I decided to travel down to the Botanical Gardens that overlooked the bay, the bridge and the opera house. I sat down on the sun drenched grass, feeling the cool breeze from the water giving me goosebumps on my arm and the back of my neck. I sat there thinking of how many different paths my life could've taken, how many really bad decisions I could've made.

And then I stopped.

Before I knew it, I was in tears. I tried sniffing quietly to make sure nobody around me would realise that this tourist was homesick. I'm still not too sure what caused it. Perhaps the calming sight of sky blue above me, the serenity of the view, or the knowledge that the most important person to me was once here before me. It felt like I had missed them. Like, by the time I had tried to meet them, they were gone. I had arrived after looking for them, and they had gone to look for me.

I had so much fun in Sydney, the life was completely different; the vibe; the culture. I enjoyed the challenge of having to fit in once again, of gathering my bearings and taking control. Leaving is hard. Staying sounds great. But something draws me back to Melbourne.