Parallel Universe

Mon evening, June 14th. I think.

Last night I sort of thought, I’m on a different continent. Meaning it finally kind of sunk in. Anna and I discussed that we felt like Sydney is rather like a parallel universe, or Déjà Vu land. It’s like home, but slightly askew, yet familiar. I mean the thing is, it’s like America in some ways, maybe the vibe mostly, but at the same time it’s mixed with Britain, which is why it might be less different for me. I really do like it here.

I’ve met more foreign people here, than I have met Australians, and of the Australians I’ve met very few are from Sydney. Most people are Irish it seems. It’s clear that I wouldn’t last a minute in Ireland, unless I seriously learned how to talk to one without either boring them to death, or not catching on to their self deprecating jokes. Then again, I might die from alcohol poisoning before that mattered anyway. I know it’s stereotypical, but you really don’t know how true it is, till you’ve seen 20 Irish putting away bottles of wine like no bodies business. Even the most experienced drinker back home, has absolutely no chance at an Irish BBQ.

In other news my heart maybe broken, the pain is still too close, but I’ve recently discovered it still works. I can still be filled up. My capacity is never ending, and it's still open for more. And with the right person, you can trust again. It’s a wonderful discovery, and I’m even more dedicated than ever to my inner independence quest too, so that I may have both when the time comes. Because the glimpses I’ve caught of me as a whole person is a very wonderful picture, and I am getting so close. I cannot stray now, and I have no intention