Today was the one year anniversary of my arrival in New South Wales. It's blustery and rainy here today, and although it's not cold by Alaskan standards, it's not warm by Sydney standards.
I feel like I should have some wonderful words of wisdom to spout here, but I don't. I feel neither like time has flown by nor like it's been dragging for the past year. I like Sydney, but I still feel a bit transient and unsettled.
I think this is one of those experiences that I won't know the true impact of until many years down the line.