October 15th, 2010 § 0 comments

Downtown Sydney feels different, as if I visited here ten years ago.

As I walk through the streets, I can remember spending hours in the botanical gardens and restaurants where I ate with friends. And good coffee. Good coffee everywhere.

But, I feel different.

I took a photo of a man covered from head to toe in campy Australian flags and when he asked where I was from, I didn’t know what to say.

When I was in America, my answer was succinct, distinct.

I am Australian. I’ve lived in the country for 16 odd years. The bulk of my memories are in Australia. But now…I’m an Australian with an American accent? It really doesn’t make any sense.

I romanticised this city. Everything here is more expensive than I remembered. Perhaps I’ve lost touch with the creative pulse.

It’s different. I’m different. And we’re just getting to know each other again.

But I can’t really say I miss D.C. Because when I was in D.C I missed Sydney. So now what? I just miss?

There’s a Buddhist haiku that is exactly how I feel:

Even though I’m in Kyoto,
when the kookoo cries,
I long for Kyoto.
– Issa

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