So our time living in Sydney is slowly drawing to an end. At the end of tomorrow we will fly off into the sunset, westward bound for our 6 week overseas holiday in the UK. And, so it is with mixed emotions, that I will wave goodbye to this city one more time.
Now, as most of you who follow my blog or know me personally know, this year has been a hard one. The transition for me in moving from quiet ol’ country town Brisbane to the big smoke of Sydney has not been without its challenges, both personally and emotionally. Naturally, leaving behind a well established and lovely group of friends was much harder than I ever imagined, and meeting people in Sydney has, with the odd exception here and there, proved near on impossible.
Sydney is a working, busy city and, therefore, full of working, busy people who inevitably don’t necessarily have the time or inclination to make new friends. It is also rare to meet a stay at home Mum as the financial demands placed on most families living in Sydney means, understandably, that, for the majority of people, remaining home is not even an option. Therefore, my plans of hanging out in parks and stalking friendly looking Mums in order to make friends were squashed quite quickly on arrival, and I realised all too soon that parks were instead public places that, for the most part, were filled with Nannies and Carers, the majority of which had little interest in anything other than their success in the latest level of Candy Crush Saga.
I have struggled with the fast pace of life in Sydney, the hustle and the bustle, the rather unfriendly attitudes and the aggressive driving. I have struggled with the battle to find car parks, the constant traffic jams, and the never ending demands of the car park meters, not to mention the thousand other financial drains from the city. But, above all, I have just struggled with living and adjusting to an area that just doesn’t provide me with what I want or need from life anymore, for either myself or my family.
That being said however, it’s not all been bad and there’s no doubt that Sydney is a beautiful city, with absolutely fantastic scenery and stunning beaches. You would have to be blind to ever think that the views across the harbour with the iconic bridge and Opera House standing proud in the sun could ever cease to amaze you and take your breath away. There are days, even now, when I catch a glimpse of this view when driving and I still get butterflies in my stomach at the realisation that I have been so blessed to, not only live in a great country, but to get to have such a view on my doorstep/from my bedroom window every day that, for many, will only ever remain a dream or a postcard.
So as I fly off tomorrow and wave goodbye to Sydney from way up high, I will look across the city one last time and thank it for having me for the past year. However, deep down I know that I will look forward to returning to Australia in September much more knowing that it will be for the start of the next chapter in Newcastle, a city where the pace of life is likely to be much more up my alley. Naturally, being able to walk to the beach from home is also going to help muchly!