Moving Day

Two separate groups of tourists ran up to me, where I sat reading by the Opera House, and motioned to me that they’d like a photo. I thought, at first, they simply wanted one together along the waterfront so I was standing up to oblige when suddenly a middle-aged man plopped down beside me on the bench. He flashed a peace sign and the photo snapping began. You can imagine how shocked I was when each person in each group took a turn sitting next to me to have his/her own photo taken.  They were clearly thrilled to have the chance to meet me, whoever they thought I was.

When the photography was all through, each excitedly thanked me again, smiled and continued their stroll around the Opera House. I couldn’t help but laugh at the pure hilarity of what I had just experienced.

I spent the rest of my morning waking up slow, drinking coffee and taking in where I sat. My favorite way to spend a morning. When I arrived at the harbor, I did a lap, smelling the sea and soon ended up on a bench beside the Opera House. I lost track of how long I sat there, drinking in my surroundings. The city couldn’t help but push its calm, clean self on the passersby.

That was the morning of February 7, 2012. It’s now July of 2012 and I’m happy to announce I’m going to be a local Sydney sider in a few short weeks!

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