It feels so surreal.
I keep thinking to myself: “I’m in Australia. I am actually in Australia.”
Right now, to be more specific, I am wandering around the Sydney Opera House.
I am constantly turning my head, gazing upwards and trying to take it all in. An incredulous laugh, swiftly followed by the urge to cry.
I have this glorious, satisfying thought that I am finally seeing the world.
I’ve said before that when I travel, my blood feels like champagne but I don’t think I’ve ever been so drunk in this feeling.