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I'm pretty sure I'm suffering a quarter-life crisis.
Oh no.
I really miss pretty Sydney. I miss the warmth and the fact that I could wear shorts and singlets or short dresses everyday. And even though I hate being tan, I relish the fact that I am now in fact noticeably browner because it means good times in the sun. And I miss the food. Sydney food is good; Sydney seafood is just awesome. I miss how everyone lives in apartments. And there's also a part of me that misses being someone's baby, having someone's hand to hold, someone to talk to and share inside jokes with, someone to miss me, someone to cuddle with at the end of the day.
But I'm not dwelling on that.
Really.
I have bigger things to worry about, like why am I nearly 25 and have experienced so little in life??
Oh no.
I really miss pretty Sydney. I miss the warmth and the fact that I could wear shorts and singlets or short dresses everyday. And even though I hate being tan, I relish the fact that I am now in fact noticeably browner because it means good times in the sun. And I miss the food. Sydney food is good; Sydney seafood is just awesome. I miss how everyone lives in apartments. And there's also a part of me that misses being someone's baby, having someone's hand to hold, someone to talk to and share inside jokes with, someone to miss me, someone to cuddle with at the end of the day.
But I'm not dwelling on that.
Really.
I have bigger things to worry about, like why am I nearly 25 and have experienced so little in life??