"I can't prepare myself for that..."

The other day I gave an Australian guy directions.

I can travel on the railway system with ease.

I make a damn good cup of tea (using loose leaves of course)

I can list off phone numbers with the best of them
Example: 9963 7775 is read Double nine six three Triple seven five

I sing along to the Neighbours theme song (Popular show on TV here)

Kiwi grapes? Don’t mind if I do.

I know first hand just how awful Vegemite is (tastes like a combination of spoiled chicken and rotten garbage)

I can fish blindly through my wallet for the coins I need…my fingertips recognize them instantly

No worries is not just a saying…it’s a way of life

Little moments throughout every day when I realize just how much this place is becoming a part of me

I feel proud to show this off as my city


But last night, at The Frames concert, it hit me harder than ever before.

I felt your arms wrapped around me and I looked up at you.

We were both shouting out the lyrics.
You smiled at me, gave me that look, squeezed me extra tight and kissed me on the forehead.

Suddenly my mind tried to calculate where I would be and what I would be doing right now if we had never crossed paths.

I began to imagine this colourless, muted place

You squeezed my hand and I was back

In Sydney
Listening to beautiful music

With you.

That song doesn’t belong to us. It’s sad and it’s amazing, and it is not ours.

It’s as inconsequential as the alternate universe I dream up in my head – the world where we never met.

And you understand all of this.
That was the look.

Rave on.