Sydney suburbs bookshop crawl | November 2015

  • Gertrude and Alice | Bondi
  • Ampersand Cafe & Bookstore | Paddington
  • Ariel | Paddington
  • Berkelouw | Paddington
  • Gould’s Book Arcade | Newtown
  • Better Read Than Dead | Newtown
  • Elizabeth’s Secondhand Bookshops | Newtown

My life in Australia the last four months has not been what I thought it was going to be. Don’t get me wrong - I love it. I suppose I didn’t expect to get so settled in.

I have a life. I have a job and a community of people around me and an apartment with amazing roommates. I have a regular grocery store and coffee shop and a favorite gelato place. There are local bartenders that know me and I run into friends on the street and at the beach. I can go out and be with people or I can stay in and chill.

I assumed I would be travelling like I did while I was in Asia, with just a few weeks of work inbetween cities. But here I am, four months later, at the same job, in the same city, loving everything about what I am doing. It is just strange - I woke up one morning, flew to Sydney, and created an entirely new life. I did the same thing when I was fresh out of high school; I didn’t think I would ever fall in love with a place as much as I fell for Seattle. I did, however, and I am in so estatic with everything that I have going on. I love being in new places and seeing new things. I love meeting people from all over the world and learning about their lives. It’s bizarre knowing that none of my friends are from here, but somehow, our lives, despite the incredibly different backgrounds and life paths, have led us all to Australia. I would have never known these brilliant people had I not come here. It’s only been a few months, but I cannot imagine NOT knowing them. It’s hard to remember my life without them in it.

Sometimes I feel like I am dreaming; it’s like I am going to wake up at any moment, back in Seattle, frantic that I am late for work. But it never happens. I always spoke about how I would never settle down in one city for a long time. After living in the Pacific Northwest for so long, I always figured that was going to be the last place I actually lived. I knew I would travel, but I thought that was the only city that would capture my heart. I was wrong. I am quickly coming to realize that it will be a long time before I am done wandering the world and living in different countries - and I am okay with that.

I am 24 years old and I can honestly say that I am living the kind of life I have always wanted to live.