So here’s the state that I am in: in Sydney, Daniel and Nat’s apartment, sitting in front of their insanely huge screen doing my assignment, and fighting the urge not to jump around in excitement, because CHEEYING* IS HERE.
Also, in case I haven’t mentioned it yet, cheeying is here! And I worry that this sudden burst of happiness might give me a heart attack. She looks as lovely and adorable as she always is. And she’s still a little bit nutty (but let’s keep that between us). Of the 20 kg luggage limit she was allowed on sq, she intended to use 25kg of it to bring her bicycle so she could train. Luckily she came round to Daniel’s advice to just rent one. In her defense though, she has a huge race in Spain soon. But… still. She will always be an endless source of my amusement.
I love Sydney, I really do (but then again I think that every time I’m here). I think if I should live somewhere away from home for an extended period of time, Sydney would be quite the happy choice. I love that the streets are not orderly, that everything is a mess (in a functional, clean way). That there are always new things to see, new restaurants to try, new people to meet. I used to think that I would love to live in the countryside, with a few farm animals (a cow named Daisy, a sheepdog named Jack, and a few chicken and sheep – none of them to be eaten). This was when I was young of course. But now, I don’t think I could survive for long in such an environment. I’m not sure if it’s a sad thing that I’ve changed.
Anyway, things are going well. I’m addicted to coffee, I’m skipping classes to hang out in Sydney with a dear friend, and the weather is warm and pleasant. Life’s good.
*Her name is actually Zhiyun, but I’ve decided to call her Cheeying from now on. Because that’s how my monolingual mom and sister are pronouncing it. And I think it annoys her.
