Australia, Sydney: What do Walt Disney, Saint West and I have in common? Probably not a whole lot, but we do share the same birthday.
2015 was another weird year of unfortunate happenings, inappropriate doings and amazing experiences. While some people collect post stamps or coins, I collect stories to tell the grandkids when they’re old enough to know what a strap-on is, but enough about The Pink Palace. Of course I am not talking about sexual stories, so get your mind out of the gutter.
Mildura, Australia: a photo-heavy goodbye to my home of 4½ months.
Goodbyes are never easy
And this one’s especially hard
‘Cause after all, there is this saying
“Home is where you leave your heart”
Whether I was deep in melancholy
Or high up on the clouds
I could never rest my head
‘cause Mildura filled my head with doubts
Now it’s time to go find a home
And leave this personal Hell
No offense Mildura, but I need to find true happiness
And maybe I’ll even find myself
Here in Mildura, I’ve made friends and I’ve made enemies, and a lot of money. I’ve been constantly drunk on gin and some sort of feeling, restlessness maybe. I’ve felt overwhelming waves of melancholia, leaving behind seemingly bottomless puddles of boredom and doubts. Doesn’t help that someone stole my money and threatened to beat me with a chair.
So now, I’m on a plane alone with my whole life in a suitcase, a backpack and a carry-on, a total weight of almost 40 kg. I haven’t been good at limiting myself.
On the way to Sydney, its familiarity comforting, its opportunities frightening. It would be so easy if everything was planned, taken care of beforehand. But then life would be too easy, and that’s no fun either… right?
Goodbye to MFC
Goodbye to my roommates
And just goodbye, Mildura