Got in touch with some friends in Sydney. Even now, I still have those flashbacks of the happy days in Sydney. The everlasting amazingly beatiful blue sky, the green green grass with the sings saying "please walk on the grass"... All those little things... The ghetto 28-30 Regent Street, and when you walk out, the sky opens up at Central Square and Central Station. The Mercure Hotel I worked at for many weeks... Then it's the infamous Darling Harbour, where my favourite Startbucks in the world is... Circular Quay, where my favourite bridge and opera house in the world can be seen. The images are still so vivid, but the days seem so far away now...
And so I heard that many people I worked with left the hotel...They seem like they are in another world from me. Here I am, stuck with never-finishing group projects and meetings. Even though it's almost over, it doesn't feel like it's over. I saw on CNN that the bush fire started in Sydney, and it almost burnt down an historical hotel that Stephen and I saw when Kerry drove us to the next town for our bushwalk on her birthday. I can still remember the conversation we had when she pointed the hotel out to us. If I close my eyes, I can still see everything that happened in Australia, still hear the conversations... even, can feel the height I felt when we went bushwalking, climbing on the rocks for lunch.
Then further back, there is Paris. We watched Moulin Rouge in Ross' class in Sydney, and when I saw the image of Paris come up at the beginning of the movie, it felt like I was back there again. Moulin Rouge, one of the last places I visied in Paris, took me a while to find out where it was. The little Cafe Amelie worked at in the movie, I found by chance, and the joyful surprises it caused. The pretty little flower store across the street... Cite, where I stayed during my days in Paris... the wine bottles lined up in the kitchen after our crazy party for Rebecca... trips we took outside Paris where we didn't book any hotels. Where is that fun Anne?? Where is that Anne, who don't want people to make fun of her French but gets upset when annoyingFrench speak English to her??
I guess... those images will be with me for a very, very, very, long, time.
And so I heard that many people I worked with left the hotel...They seem like they are in another world from me. Here I am, stuck with never-finishing group projects and meetings. Even though it's almost over, it doesn't feel like it's over. I saw on CNN that the bush fire started in Sydney, and it almost burnt down an historical hotel that Stephen and I saw when Kerry drove us to the next town for our bushwalk on her birthday. I can still remember the conversation we had when she pointed the hotel out to us. If I close my eyes, I can still see everything that happened in Australia, still hear the conversations... even, can feel the height I felt when we went bushwalking, climbing on the rocks for lunch.
Then further back, there is Paris. We watched Moulin Rouge in Ross' class in Sydney, and when I saw the image of Paris come up at the beginning of the movie, it felt like I was back there again. Moulin Rouge, one of the last places I visied in Paris, took me a while to find out where it was. The little Cafe Amelie worked at in the movie, I found by chance, and the joyful surprises it caused. The pretty little flower store across the street... Cite, where I stayed during my days in Paris... the wine bottles lined up in the kitchen after our crazy party for Rebecca... trips we took outside Paris where we didn't book any hotels. Where is that fun Anne?? Where is that Anne, who don't want people to make fun of her French but gets upset when annoyingFrench speak English to her??
I guess... those images will be with me for a very, very, very, long, time.
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