Sydney, Australia: Sharon gets older and drunker than ever before.
Craig has been in England for the past couple of weeks, and of course I’ve been missing him a lot. So I message him, asking him when he’ll be back, to which he instantly replies: I just back. Talk about perfect timing. I get him to promise he’ll come over for Sharon’s birthday as a surprise, since she doesn’t know when he’s back either.
When Sharon and I first got to Australia, we were like newborn babies, absorbing everything around us and trying to make sense of it all. We loved it, and we still do. It has been a struggle at times, adjusting to and trying to create a life here and missing out on things at home. In the end, it’s worth it though.
Sydney, Australia: Being a tourist in my own city, part three
In this blog post, I go to the Blue Mountains, and then I just watch a lot of TV and go for a couple of drinks with friends.
Sydney, Australia: Being a tourist in my own city, part two
In this blog post I go to the aquarium, wax museum, zoo and Sydney Tower. Then I go to to Sydney Morning Herald Cellar Door wine festival and celebrate Mardi Gras by going to a big gay pride parade.
Sydney, Australia: Being a tourist in my own city, part one
In this blog post I celebrate my first Australia Day, then I go to Luna Park and the Chinese Garden of Friendship. There are also a lot of pictures from the Bondi to Coogee coastalwalk, which I am obsessed with.
