Last night, I found myself looking trough Facebook. Not the current stuff from everyone, but all the old pictures. It was like walk down the social media memory lane. And I especially found that the date was interesting me more than anything. Over the years I found myself more and more not being able to place when and where certain events of my life happened. Its been frustrating because for the last 2 years of my life, for our Partner Visa, I have been forced to state the dates and places on everything that I have been doing for the last 10 years!

Because it has been like an endless back and forth between Stockholm, Barcelona and Sydney, I just lost track on dates and placed where thing occurred so to speak. And in between these “homes” of mine, there also have been a couple of vacation of course.

Now, I know that on any of the social media available today, you can always go back and check dates and places. I just have not been using Facebook as much as before. I think the last time I made an album there was back in maybe 2013?
And Instagram is kind of new to me. Think I got my Instagram app sometime in mid 2017.
Guess that was why me walking through all my old pictures was just like a walk down memory lane – the social media version of it.
Here are some pictures that I found from each of my “home” cities – let’s do Sydney. first ….

The first time I came to Sydney. Its funny now but I never wanted to come here in the first place. Here with my friend Emma, a girl that I randomly met. This is the first month in Sydney, I was so damn sad that I ignored the fact that I had to find an apartment.  I randomly slept at colleagues and friends places. I remember this night in particular, I had no place to stay, like many times before I choose to ignore it all and Emma and I went out for dinner and ended up partying all night. I had to spend the night sharing a room with 6 dutch at a hostel in Kings Cross.
I remember this period of just being so damn sad and ignore everything. I can see just how sad I am from the picture to the right.

My old flatmates Behnaz and Derek. Two very important friends to me. They were the guys who “saved” me from my sad place in Crows Nest ( where I first lived back in 2012) and I ended up staying with them in Bondi. This is after a couple of months living in Australia and because of these two and the friends they introduced me to, I started to understand why so many loved living here in Sydney.

After moving to Bondi in 2013, I started to meet more and more people. Everyone was so open, friendly and welcoming. I started loving life here, and not just missing Barcelona all the time.

Looking back now, I cannot believe how much we used to go out. It became clear to me that this was just like back at home. It was just hard because I was so far away from everyone and everything I knew and loved.

When I came back to Sydney the second time. I landed on my birthday and my lovely friend Amy took me out for a dinner to SAKÉ in The Rocks. If you have not been here, you have been missing out.
Amy, another person that became one of my saviors. I love her and everything she did for me when I was new here. Most beautiful person, inside and out.

Sydney after Ambrose came into my life. The first and only time I started to feel and to call this place my “home”.
Here we are with Bart and Kali, as usual – getting ready for somebody’s wedding haha
Nobody in the history has gone to as many wedding as Ambrose and his friends!

My fist Halloween party in Sydney back in 2012 or 2013. I was offered money for sex on the way to the party. I though I looked like a wonder-woman – clearly I looked like a prostitute. And I remember falling on the dance-floor in front of everyone in my very high stilettos that night. Fail on so many levels.

This is the old group I used to hang out with back in the days. Incredibly good memories from those days.

My fist Boxing Day here in Australia – maybe 3 years ago?

One of my favorite pictures. First because as a non Australian, this is exactly how I imagined Australians looked like. By the beach, easygoing, super friendly with an accent that nobody really understands, surf:y-looking, their love for washed-out colored clothes. those hats. All of it!  I looked so misplaced in the picture hahah
And the funny thing is that all of it was exactly like that in real life. Good old Australians, just like you see them in the movies back in Europe.

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