a canadian in australia

Well, here I am.  The much anticipated move has happened, and I am now officially a resident of Sydney, Australia.  I'm also officially homeless, and officially homesick.  Today is my second full day in town, so I know I should be patient with both myself and with the city.  It's expected that I be homesick.  It's expected that I miss my loved ones back home.  It's expected that I feel lonely.  It's expected that I doubt myself, the move, and my ability to ever consider Sydney "home".  If there was a big love waiting for me here, or an amazing acting opportunity, maybe it would all be different.  But (now) there's neither.  And although I was expecting to feel all of the above, that knowledge somehow didn't prepare me for it.  I feel disoriented, alone, and overwhelmed.  And I long to hear the voices of those I love.

{a view from the plane}

{flying over a sunset}

{my first glimpse of Australia!}

But, let's end this post on a positive note, shall we?  My early 30th birthday party/going away party back home in Vancouver was sensational.  The theme was a hit, and everybody had a great time.

{me, my epic hair, and a friend...Oh, and fake tattoos}

{me and one of my girlfriends}

{with a boy who's very dear to my heart}