It has been almost 5 years, 4 years and 9 months, since I landed in Sydney knowing that I was married to this city. The marriage to this city was an arranged one much like the one with my husband. For all those crinkling their nose at the thought of an arranged marriage. Let me tell you that it isn't half/quarter as dark as it's made out to be. It is in a more controlled setting but my husband and I still had our free will. Anyway, maybe my perception of my marriage is projected on to this city but it has been an interesting journey. I have had days when I couldn't be more grateful for being here and days when I just wanted to be anywhere but here. I came here when I Wynyard station wasn't as fancy as it is today. I have lived through a peak and still continue living through the current trough. One thing that this past year has taught me is that there possibly are many people like me who live in Sydney but somehow still feel like a stranger in this city. I don't understand why I still feel like I am a stranger but probably journalling my experiences, good, ugly and everything in between, might not just help me assess and change this perception but also at the very least let people like me know that they are not really alone. So, I probably will relive my experiences so far and document the graph of my life in this big, beautiful and yet strange city.
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