Goodbye Sydney
/Dear Sydney,
I know you’re not a person, yet I feel the need to personify you to write this open letter. Perhaps this is a little cowardice of me having the abiity to write whatever I wish to say and knowing that you won’t really respond so I can say things to my heart’s content. But I’m sure you’d have a few things to say if you were a person. But I’d like to write this letter to convey some thoughts and for all you know I might get a response from else where.
Thank you for being my home for the last year and 8 months. This wasn’t a love affair, and I barely even liked you but whatever this was, you were still my home for the duration. You were my fresh start when I desperately needed one and whilst it may not have all been rainbows and unicorns we did have our good times.
Thank you for teaching me the harsh realities of life and what the true nature of a person really is. We had formed a love hate relationship. I loved that you gave me a lot of opportunities to grow and explore. I love the family you’ve given me, okay maybe not all the members, just kidding! I loved getting a glimpse of the Opera House each time the train went over the Harbour Bridge. But I hated the constant curve balls you threw at me. I hated the isolation that had formed. I hated the dirt and filth.
Most of all, thank you for shaping me in becoming the person I am today. I was a young, naïve girl when I came to you. I can assure you I’ve left as a matured young lady. And I’m ready to face whatever the world throws at me. You helped me step out of my comfort zone.
I don’t know what the future holds, but for whatever it is worth, until next time Sydney.
MiliG