Everyday i get up, be it late afternoon or early evening, mornings are definately out, i think the same thing almost everytime, what am i doing here? Ofcourse i'm here to study, in a excellent university and all that, but really, what am i doing here?
Sydney for me is a battle, from my room to my classes to the weekend, everything seems a battle, everything is forced. For me it is a little strange, maybe i'm not so culturally adjusting, but even if i was would it be like this? What exactly do i mean by culturally adjusting? Well first of all i don't really get the concept of parties here, invite a hundred people and then everyone buys their own food and drinks? Back home it works a little bit different but i guess when in rome, do as the romans do. There are a lot of cultural concepts like this here which just constantly bewilder me.
I have been in Sydney nearly four years now, why does it never feel like home? Why does it always seem like a passing destination onto somewhere else? Why does it become more alien than friendly every passing day? Why can i never get used to it?
