Sydney Belongs to Me
Home, sweet home.. or so they say, anyway.
Yes, I know I am definitely a slacker when it comes to this blog. I still have to upload about a billion entries from my Central American trip, despite promising to do so for months now… it will come eventually, I promise.
Needless to say, my epic trip has come to an end, eight months after leaving Australia. Exactly double the length of my intended stay overseas. After eight months globetrotting, living out of my suitcase, being in a new city every few days or weeks, drinking, laughing, meeting new people, airports, airplanes, buses, taxis, ferry’s, transportation delays, early starts and sleeping in after those long nights of drinking and dancing, I am definitely welcoming the chance to put my nomadic tendencies on hold (for the moment), slow down, spend time with the family and have some time to chill out and slip back into having a “normal” and “stable” life.
Of course, after making the mistake of spending nights on the internet lurking airline and travel agency websites, I have that itch to grab my passport and skip off again (not that it ever went away), I have already kind of decided a plan of action for my next getaway. What can I say, I am a traveler through and through… and as Depeche Mode once said “I just can’t get enough…”
To the two people that read this blog caught up on what has happened within the last week or so (starting with my final nights in New York); Vicki and I spent our final night together early on, maybe about a week before I was due to leave New York, as she was going to Colorado to go skiing with her family and then Orlando to catch up with friends she hadn’t seen in a year.
Our last night together was spent eating wings with Mikey and Robbie at Croxley Ale’s, after which we ended up at the Delancey to see Yamez DJ. I had two drinks max, but we weren’t feeling it so we migrated to Lit… where it was crowded. We called Christian and ended up meeting him and some of his friends at Home Sweet Home. Now it was my first time at this place and I can say that I’m not really a fan.
We hung around for a bit, had a few beers and then ended up walking back to Lit, where it had settled down and we were able to move around, dance and talk to people freely. We ended up downstairs talking to some friends, I may have tried to provoke a guy into fighting me (worst, worst, worst… I will never do that again), like the idiot that I am. Left Lit and spent a good amount of time sitting on Vicki’s roof chatting and finishing our beers.
An hour or so later it came time for us to say our goodbyes. Definitely not the emotional tear-fest I had anticipated, which was attributed to the extreme tiredness and drunkness. Nevertheless I woke up the next morning feeling awful, and not because of my hangover, but because I knew it was the last time I would see that d-bag for months.
The week proceeding involved packing, hanging out and generally moping around. I had a particularly fun night with “Wall Street” and then my final night was spent, at first hanging out with the Florida kids (Kris and Diego) and then Christian agreed to be my drinking buddy for the night.
I decided to break my “no shots, period” rule and did a shot of tequila and a shot of jager… both tasted awful and I will probably never do anything like that ever again. Walking home from Lit that final night/morning I had to pee so bad that I almost peed my pants as I tore my jeans off and ended popping a squat on the street, like my glory drinking days. Felt weird doing that, it had been a while… I guess when you start to move towards your mid-twenties, you would think that you are supposed to get over that stage of your life. Not the case.
I woke up a few hours later still drunk, as I packed the rest of my things, showered and then dragged my suitcases (with the help of Nicole, one of Vicki’s room mates). Said my goodbye to Nicole and jumped in the taxi. At this point I had gotten over the feeling drunk, but was now feeling deathly hungover as the taxi zoomed through the streets of Manhattan and I said my final goodbye to the city that had been my surrogate home for months. Actually scratch that, New York is my home as much as Sydney is.
Being hungover whilst going through customs/security check at the airport is probably one of the worst feelings ever, and despite thinking that I had become accustomed to it, I guess the air of sadness that came with the whole “leaving” and “saying goodbye” was making me feel fifty times worse.
The flying and transiting for over 24 hours whilst lacking sleep and severely hungover was, as anyone would suspect, pretty horrible. I can usually deal with it, but being so sad to leave and so anxious to get home at the same time can really mess with you. Especially when you have been sitting on the floor of LAX for three hours (with one left to go) after a five hour flight, waiting to get on a thirteen hour flight. Then after getting off your thirteen hour flight, waiting another six hours in the Auckland airport to board another plane (which was delayed by about two hours on the tarmac, to add to the excitement!), sit on said plane for four hours until you are finally at your final destination.
At that point I definitely felt that if I never saw another plane or sat at another airport for a very long time I would be a very, very happy person… although the bloody mary’s and wine definitely softened the blow of how shitty that travel day was.
Now to make this post less tedious (I know, there is a lot of text here), some photos:
Ending it the way we began.
It’s unbelievable how much time we spent at this place.
Wall Street! Wall Street! Wall Street! Wall Street!
Breakfast for the hungover.
As beautiful as this sunrise was, I’m sure it would have been even more beautiful from the INSIDE of the plane… t-minus 6 hours [until boarding time] and counting…
Replacing that 40 with something a little healthier and definitely more Australian… welcome home, me.
Since being back I have sunk back into normal life nicely. Caught up with the girls that I love the most, am back to my regular fitness routine, am cooking, cleaning, planning… and despite missing cities, people and places… I am really liking being home. In fact today I am the happiest that I have felt in a very long time.
Regarding the future of this blog, since it was strictly to document my travels only, I guess it will be on hiatus for a while.. or until the next road trip.
For now if you want to keep up with me, the best way to do so is via the blog Vicki and I started: http://pajamasundae.wordpress.com
Or you can hit me up on livejournal (if you can find it) and myspace.
For now, it’s been fun… until the next adventure.
xoxo
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