My first Sydney adress

There was her hand, pulling me up with a lovely smile and grabbing my other heavy bag. Across the street was her home and she invited me into it in a way that made me wonder if I had lived there before. We just clicked. Welcome home to Sydney, sort of.

Here I sit early in the morning in the area Glebe on a mattress in her one and only beautiful bottom floor room with a really high ceiling and a damn fireplace. Hi. I have unpacked almost everything and the Norrland surfing girl is still asleep. Feels like we know each other already. So easy going. I have the worst cold than ever but I feel so alive that I think I don't care about it. Even though I can't get out running as I had planned, also because of my knees. My first mission after writing this is to get myself some breakfast before packing and preparing my little school bag and myself for a big day. I'll look for the closest store and leave 10.26 with a bus called “city”, taking the train from Town Hall to North Sydney, follow the crowd and run in the last stair I can find, take a little sneak peak on the discrete hand made un-touristy map that Malin draw for me and continue across the street. Apparently the school isn't at all in the top of the sky scraper but at floor one or something so I must have glorified the whole thing a little. Sorry for that. Anyway, in a couple of hours I will spend three at Billy Blue with my little school bag on my Freja-back and I can't believe it.

I'll definitely have to write again afterwards.