Sad for Sydney

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The post-holiday buzz never lasts long enough. We’ve been back in PosyTown for a little over a week now, however I noticed my buzz quickly dissipating at work last Thursday (two days after our return) – by Friday it was well and truly out the door, and I found myself looking up flights back to Sydney for the long weekend. Common sense prevailed ($700-800 and a 15 hour flight just to get to Sydney is a little excessive, especially given the direct flight only takes four hours and usually costs around $200…), and I spent my long weekend sulking on the couch.

We had such a fabulous trip. In the cab on the way to the airport, I found myself fighting back tears. It was only once I finally stopped that I realised how completely exhausted I was. I knew I was tired, I knew that I was stressed, but I didn’t realise how completely wrecked I was; I didn’t realise the past six or so months had taken such a toll on me. I was excited to be heading down to Sydney (my happy place), but I think I needed a good cry. I watched a sad movie and sad TV shows on the flight down, and sobbed nearly the entire way. When we arrived in Sydney, we headed to our hotel in Circular Quay, checked in, and went out for a walk/in search of ice cream (at about 11 o’clock at night, as you do). There is something cathartic about crying, a good walk and ice cream – I felt a lot better for it! I suppose it also helped that I was in Sydney…

Late night walk

When we’ve taken trips away in the past, I’ve always found it really difficult to switch off from work, and will find myself answering emails while I’m on leave. This trip, I really stepped back – I checked emails for a couple of hours the first morning we were there, before I rolled my eyes at myself – everything was under control (my staff are fantastic), and I reminded myself that I was only away for four work days. While I was a little distracted with something else on my mind, relaxing was definitely much easier after this realisation.

It was such a lovely few days. There was a lot of eating – we dined at Firefly in Walsh Bay, The Woods (the newish restaurant in our hotel), and Wildfire in Circular Quay (when our movie in Centennial Park was rained out). We drank a lot of coffee and quite a few cocktails, we ate a lot of frozen yogurt, and we Mr Posy did a lot of shopping.

The birthday party that we flew down for was fantastic. My friend really outdid herself (as she always does!) – I know her little boy had a truly fantastic day. They had a petting zoo, which kept the little ones (and the not-so-little ones) amused – there were rabbits and ducklings and chickens and goats and lambs!

Teddy Bear Picnic

We spent some time by the beach, by the pool, with friends (though not as much time as I would have liked, and I didn’t get to catch up with everybody I had planned to see, unfortunately), I squeezed in afternoon naps, and we met with a few wedding vendors. We made a visit to the giant duck in Darling Harbour…

Relaxing

Mr Posy didn’t have to drag me on to the plane back to PosyTown (to his amazement, I’m sure), but to say I was a little sad about having to leave would be an understatement. I really needed the time away, and I do feel better for it, but now that we’re back to the daily grind, it’s pretty depressing. I am missing Sydney dreadfully. Pretty sad and pathetic, I know, I know.

Duck

Feels like home

There’s something about Sydney that always soothes my soul.

Up until a month ago, the last proper holiday that Mr Posy and I took was in May 2009, when we went back to New York City for eight days. We’ve had time off since then, a long weekend here or there where we’d jet off to Sydney or Melbourne, or just lounge around in PosyTown… but it had been a while since we’d had a real break.

Back in March when Mr Posy mentioned that work was looking at sending him to a conference in Sydney, I was all over it like a rash. After checking the calendar, I discovered that the weekend following his conference was the Queen’s Birthday long weekend. I convinced Mr Posy to talk to his boss about taking the three days between his conference ending and the weekend as recreation leave; my boss was just back from a month-long jaunt around the US, so I knew I had bargaining power for the week off work.

When Mr Posy’s attendance at the conference and our leave was confirmed in April, I was quick to book my flights and our accommodation for the nights after the conference (that weren’t paid for by work). I started a “countdown” of work days to go on my calendar – only 57 days, woohoo! I started scheduling dates with friends. I’d been on edge for months – with everything that had been going on at work, with my family, with the in-laws – I was wrecked.

When the cool Sydney air hit my face as we walked out of the airport, I nearly burst into tears. Sydney has always felt like home – one day I hope that it will be. I’ve never felt as comfortable, or as happy, or as whole, as I do in Sydney… As sappy as that sounds.

Poor Mr Posy. He had a bit of a struggle on his hands, getting me on the return flight. I cried my eyes out, the entire plane-ride back to PosyTown.