We're out in a place called Point Piper at the moment. I'm sitting on a deck, looking out at onto the rippling harbor. There are boats and boats, and boats, and a couple in a kayak moving slowly along. From here it looks like a husband and wife. Perhaps they've retired here, and can now afford themselves the great pleasures of doing little things like gliding out onto the water, only to sit there and enjoy the breeze for a while. Must be nice. Meanwhile, my mind has been aching for stimulation, begging me to pick up a book, or read the paper. After two weeks of the most fun I think I've ever had, it's probably a good idea. I feel as though I haven't been a part of an intellectual discussion in ages. There are definitely some smart folks living in Sydney, don't get me wrong. But, it seems as if things like reading and films and the news sort of take a back seat to beaching and partying. It could very well be that I've only been surrounding myself with the social youth, surely. All I know is that in New York, I constantly felt mentally motivated. I was always wanting to learn and know more, and to be as filled with knowledge as possible. I need to generate some introspection out here, to feel like I'm growing in some way or another. Jess thinks I'm crazy. She thinks I should get out of my head and stop feeling so guilty about things. It's funny to hear that from her. Back home I was always the voice beside her, telling her to live in the present, to let go of the what ifs. I'll find a common ground one way or the other, I just need to figure out how. Today will be a good day. A 20 minute walk to the beach, a sandy soft cover book, and some Bob Marly will put me in the right space for now.
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