It has been almost a month since I arrived in Australia, but I think the moment I truly felt my travel has started was only two weeks ago. It doesn't always happen, but there are times, during a journey, when you stop and realise "I'm here. I arrived where I wanted to be". For me, this moment happened a week after arriving Downunder, during my first night in Sydney. After a very long and tiring day I had spent travelling, I walked through CBD to reach Circular Quay and found myself with the Sydney Opera House on one side and the Harbour Bridge on the other, and I finally felt like I was in the right place. Sydney Opera House from Circular Quay Maybe because of the weather - it rained half of the days I spent there - or maybe because I was very jetlagged and tired and worried about some things back home, but I didn't enjoy my time in Perth as much as I would've liked to. I was starting to wonder whether the reasons that moved me to take this trip to Aus...
Not all those who wander are lost. Except me, I usually am (and I love it).