Tonight is my last night in Sydney. I sit on a bench by Kirribilli waterfront and contemplate. I contemplate on time spent in Sydney, I contemplate on my family back home, and I contemplate on how the universe works. Strange disconnected thoughts … their only connection being me. All of these thoughts have come together at a point when I’m at the brink of another transition in less than three months. But I’m not anxious … there isn’t any trepidation about the future. All I feel is love … a deep sense of connectedness around me.
Sydney has been good to me. The Harbour Bridge, the Opera House, Mrs Macquarie’s Point, Darling Harbour, Camp Cove, Watsons Bay, the Blue Mountains, and above all Kirribilli gave me enough reasons to be grateful. It helped alleviate the pain of living away from family … the burden of knowing that I won’t be by their side to ring in the new year.
But its over now. I go back in the morrow with a heart full of love and a mind full of joy. Maybe this is the happiness we all look for … may be this is bliss. I don’t know … but I’m willing to find out.
Signing off from Sydney.
