Today I’ve been thinking about home.
I’ve been listening to country music.
Christian music even though I’m not Christian anymore.
Ya it got that bad. 😂
Craving mac and cheese
My whole being is feeling this pull to reconnect with Americans again.
Being in Australia, I’ve only met 3 Americans.
One was a flake.
The second was too loud.
And the third is an adorable Cuban from Florida who is also very loud but we were able to work on it.
Other than that, I’ve met only Brits and Asians.
And don’t get me wrong, they’re very lovely people. But the Brits want to hang more with the Brits and their slang always throws me for a loop anyways.
So my only friends are Asian. And they’re amazing lovely women, but we can’t relate on everything. There are certain things I want to say, but I know they won’t understand.
Just like any group of people, your group knows you. They see you. They can relate with you.
And I miss that.
So I problem solved.
Where can I find Americans in Sydney?
So here I am today, posting on Facebook if any Americans in the city want to hang.
I don’t care if I sound desperate.
Because if you’re on facebook, you’re desperate too.
We’re all fuckin desperate for friendship and making the first move is my forte anyways.
So if you’re out there Americans, I just wanna say hey!