I have been a terrible blogger of late.

I’ve been back in Sydney for well over a week after a fantastic trip abroad and have spent most of my time wallowing in self pity.

Post Travel Depression has set in fast and I have hit a terribly woeful and ugly brick wall. I have a case of PTD so bad that I’m doing that thing where you are irritated by everything your own city has to offer, you can’t stand the sight of the familiar things around you and you get annoyed with everything that isn’t like it was while you were away.

I am sorry Sydney, but I don’t like you very much right now. I actually have some time off at the moment and am taking a few days to just chill out and relax before I head back to work. However, I am struggling with doing things I’d ordinarily lap up if I had the time to do them in. I figured today I was just pop into town and stroll around the shops at a leisurely pace. I quickly realised that there is no strolling in the Sydney CBD at 12.30pm on a Wednesday.

There is no time for quiet meandering through book stores and department stores. Go, go, go. I felt rushed by the people one step behind me, standing next to me on the escalators, trying to push past me, throwing things in my face as I walked by them. I felt angered that the bus trips from my home a couple minutes down the road from the CBD cost me $6.

People working irritate me, people in cars annoy me, children in uniforms make me turn the other direction.And don’t even get me started on this weather I’ve returned to.
I apologise to all the Sydney-siders reading this. I generally love our town, but today she and I are not on speaking terms.