Sydney, Australia: things happen and then I EAT TURKEY.
Out of boredom, I’ve been on a bit of a Tinder roll lately, if you can call it that. At first I went on a few dates with Mathew, and then Matthew, and then I got the two of them mixed up.
Sydney, Australia: While Sharon’s away, Christine will play.
I am currently rocking a white shirt and a silk leopard print tie at a café at Queen Victoria Building. For money. ‘Cause it’s my work uniform, you see. It’s a terrible job with terrible hours and mean supervisors that hates the way I talk and how I look. I work up to 6 days a week, and I’ve still never been paid less in my whole life. On the plus side, I get the pleasure of serving coffee to some really sweet people. I make friends every day, so who cares that they’re senior citizens.
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.
