Dear Sydney,
I miss you. It has been approximately five years and seven months since I left you. And I've been thinking about you a lot lately. Each day spent in your parameters was a gift. You poured riches at my feet. I keep so many of your moments strung like pearls in my memory, and I pull them out when I have the space to remember. The walks along the harbor. The day after day of perfect weather. The beaches. The gardens, teeming with exotic life. Our apartment, with its views of the bay, sailboats greeting us at breakfast and bobbing us goodnight in the evenings.
But another path called me, pulled me away from you. It was a gut-wrenching decision at the time. You see, even though you are stunningly beautiful, you are not mine. And I can never be yours. Because you are not where I am from. My family, my friends, they are here. But oh, Sydney, Australia, if I was from you, what bliss it would be.
Love,
Your Former Resident
Nice - so well said you can feel the longing for a dear place.
ReplyDeleteFantastic! I didn't realize it was a place until the last paragraph. Your words opened the feeling of relationship to that space. Awesome.
ReplyDeleteI, too, have a love affair with Sydney. Since first stepping out into Circular Quay that February day in 2004, I knew this was a place I would love forever. My stay was short, but I know someday I'll be back in that place. Someday.
ReplyDeleteCircular Quay! Memories flooding back! Hope you had a chance to pop into Opera Bar.
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