Lost In Sydney

This post has been 32 months in the making.

In some ways, I suppose I always knew what the subject of my final post on this blog would be. I just wasn’t sure how the content would write itself.

As they say, hindsight is always 20/20. Perhaps it was rather prophetic that I should have chosen “lostinsydney” as the username many moons ago. I remember it took me quite awhile and I wasn’t entirely happy with it, but it all worked out quite well if I may say so myself.

The idea was straightforward – moving to a new city, finding myself constantly lost in the streets and sights, but hopefully at the end of the stint I can tell everyone that I’m no longer lost Down Under.

Needless to say, I have found myself lost countless times, and I blame it on the terrible urban-planning and absolutely nothing to do with my map-reading skills whatsoever.

I get asked quite frequently how the time in Sydney was and what we thought of the place, and more often than not, I’m not entirely sure how to answer.

On a personal level, my time in Sydney was on fast-forward, slow-motion and pause – all at the same time. Two and a half years flew by, and that’s quite the understatement. It’s true what they say as you grow older, time and tide wait for no man and even though the days are long, the years are short. And yet, the days seem to crawl by on a humdrum basis. And at the end of 2.5 years, whatever steps taken in one direction seemed to be cancelled out by the same number of steps in the other. Pause.

Thanks everyone for sticking around and keeping up with the shenanigans here in Sydney. To those of you who comment, I really appreciate it. It keeps me sane and somewhat fulfils my dream of being a writer with readers. To those of you lurking in the dark – shame on you! Nah, I’m just joking. I do it too. But thanks for quietly keeping up with what I’ve been up to, and it is comforting to know that that when I next see you, things will be the same. Almost.

Sydney, thanks for all the memories.

In the meantime, I’ve packed my bags, left my job, and returned the housekeys.

I’ve lost a little of myself here, for better or for worse.

And perhaps more poignantly, I’ve lost some things that I love.

But this time, it will be different.

This time, I know it will be found in Hong Kong.

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