It’s been some time since I found a place that I could frequent myself to call it my “second home” – by now, I guess ‘second’ could be a tad bit overused in my books. And by calling it “home” I meant being able to co-ordinate my local directional bearings and the seasonal “over-usage ‘slash’ reliance” of my Google Maps for my ultimate satire times of need. Perhaps, I’m expecting the unexpected gain of triumph over mapping my way religiously in and out of Sydney streets. I’m pretty hopeful. Though, it felt pretty good to be able to fit right in place – especially in a city that I could see myself living for the next couple of years.

I believe that the city has its charm over me. I’m swooned.