day 5 - sydney: i frantically butter my sourdough toast over breakfast dreading the lecture i got from the same waitress when i left it untouched. both slices. i decided to throw low carbs out of the door on my visit to sydney. honestly, with all that wine i was drinking, what difference would it make?

but all that mattered was the feeling that i was home. everything felt familiar. strange you might say, after moving away for four months. people i loved, familiar faces, familiar places and my fur children.

so while my bags get unpacked in the next couple of days, i've brought home happy thoughts of things i've done on my six days:

1. fur children in my bed and on the couch, sleeping on my chest and between my legs

2. rekindling with my besties and ex-colleagues

3. watching the kids are alright and thinking what an excellent play it will make

4. rockpool bar and grill, mille vini, gotham, kantine, two eggs, thomas dux

5. annie lebovitz at MCA

6. the blistering heat in a cloudless summer sky

i'll do it all again soon.