(photo taken in Berlin, by me)
I have been back in Sydney for a year.
My hair's a different colour.
My book shelf is near collapse.
It's as windy here as it was in Reykjavik.
I'm still unemployed.
And I still don't know if I believe in posterity.
(street art in downtown Reykjavik, taken by me)
But I felt I ought to mark the date anyway.
2 comments:
Where were you before Sydney?
I like that graffiti/mural...for some reason it makes me think of Dr. Seuss trufula trees.
Oh my gosh, how could anyone ever tell you that you failed?! Spending six months traveling Europe is incredible and personal. I can imagine it maybe feels a little sad if it's been exactly a yeear? It's been exactly a year since I broke up with my boyfriend, and weird sad feelings I'd forgotten about seem to come out of nowhere. Just because it's a year, I think.
I'm so glad you loved That Mad Ache! I haven't read anything else by her (and if I did I don't remember), so I can't compare, but I loved that book so much.
I am not sharing the project yet only because I hate sharing anything until it is finished! My blog shyness is a whole other thing, where I just get shy about writing about my life in general. I think I get scared of boring people or sounding self-indulgent. Other times, I don't care at all. It's strange!
xoxoxoxo
Amanda
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