This weekend I had one of those wonderfully rare Saturdays when I had no plans until dinner. So I packed my bag with my camera and a jumper and headed into the city to wander with not much direction at all. And I only had to walk about 100 metres from the train station when I stumbled across this awesome mirror display in Hyde Park. That's what I love about Sydney – there is always something unexpected to see if you go looking for it.
Springtime is my absolute favourite time of the year in this city. All the trees spring alive and there are flowers everywhere. The temperature is just right and there is a lightness in the air that you just don't get in any other season. Breathing spring air just fills me with joy. I wish I could bottle the stuff and drink it in all year round. Surely someone can figure out how to do that...
I found this adorable little photography exhibition nestled in a corner of Hyde Park that told the story of life in Sydney from the eyes of young kids. It was so cool to see this playground that is the city from a new perspective. I hope one day I'm lucky enough one day to walk my own children through this beautiful place. I look forward to the day I can discover it all over again with them.
I passed the Art Gallery of NSW and saw that the Sydney Moderns exhibition was still on. I have been meaning to see it for months, so I went in and explored that for a few hours. I'll be honest I don't know a whole lot about art, but I do really enjoy just soaking it in and seeing what takes my fancy. The Sydney Moderns were great, but I have to admit my favourite part of the gallery is still the lower level where all the really abstract pieces live. You know, the giant lightglobe and the sack of rocks. I love that slightly kooky creativeness.
I found my way the The Rocks markets where I think I spent a good twenty minutes standing in the food section, trying to decide between a hotdog or a wagu beef burger. Life's big dilemmas! Eventually I just thought what the hell an got the banana and chocolate crepes. You only live once, right? And my last meal of choice will always be dessert.
Just as I was about to head home, I found this amazing busker in Pitt Street mall. He had quite a crowd gathering by the time I walked past and his cover of Don't You Worry Child made the hairs on my arm stand up on end. I looked him up when I got home – his name was Axel Winter and I'm hoping he performs a gig somewhere nearby soon, because his voice was amazing.
I've been thinking a lot lately about what it means to be alone at this age. What it means to live alone and be comfortable in my own company. Most of the time I relish the peacefulness and the autonomy of it all. But sometimes it hits me a bus, all of a sudden, this need for someone else. A person to share the tiny moments in my life with. But this Saturday, I felt none of that. There was joy in the freedom of being out on my own and a happiness that I could feel in my bones.
Alone but somehow not lonely in this city that I call home.