It was another spring that made me smile and say "I want to stay a little bit longer."
As usual, this is another cluttered letter that I do not know how to perfectly start, I wanted this to be a response to Bart's winter letter, but I realised that I cannot trim down my thoughts. It was November, one of those Novembers that I never want to let go of. Christmas came early for me and it was inside a special place that I was just dreaming to set foot years ago.
So now I'll start with this...
Waiting for the bus made me giddy excited (yup, I was excited), bus and train rides in countries like Australia simply give me a feeling of comfort while being on an adventure. Waiting for it was fine, something that I never felt in my home country. I was honestly not sure as well on where to go, but all I know was that time I wanted to see the Sydney Opera House right away.
As the rain poured while I was inside the train, I simply told myself that I'm back to that familiar feeling that I've been meaning to call home. But maybe I'm just romanticising it again, however these thoughts turned into dust once the train is slowly making a stop to Circular Quay. I knew there were goosebumps, I was there, at the train station with one of the most beautiful sceneries. I don't care to be redundant now, but just for a split second, it was perfect, seeing all those architectures in front of me was just breathtaking.
The following day was filled with (maybe I could say) culture in different ways possible. First, again and again, congratulations Australia for the marriage equality, my colourful stay in there just proved that love and happiness will prevail above all else, hopefully.
However, of course not everything could bring joy to one's travel, which is why I really did walk my way to Angel Place's Birdcages. This art installation is called "Forgotten Songs" by Michael Thomas Hill, he designed it to give homage to the birds that once lived in Sydney before it became a city. As you pass by the birdcages you will hear the recorded sounds of the birds chirping, in that moment I remembered the birds of Tiong Bahru, Singapore that due to modernity left the area to give way for the infrastructures around. I am not saying that buildings are not good or anything, but how many animals will have to give way for the benefit of us, humans?
After my lunch at the park I then headed straight to St. Mary's Cathedral and Art Gallery of NSW that gave me pure jealousy in each way possible. The cathedral then again showed me good peaceful minutes that I have felt in Europe and the gallery made me hope for a more growing art scene in the Philippines.
The Art Gallery of NSW, together with the Museum of Contemporary Art that welcomed my following week in Australia, showed me (once more) that art should be seen by the people and not simply be hidden in the halls of a rotting architecture. And the art pieces inside rewired my brain to think and hope that these pieces are powerful tools to speak the unspoken words of human nature.
Museum of Contemporary Art, Sydney click the photos for the higher quality version
Speaking of nature, my weekend that time then brought me to natural resources. The unexpected 12 degrees Celsius welcomed us at the Blue Mountains, we did not get to see it all because of the fog, but the last time that I hiked was for work, which is why the serenity that the Blue Mountains, specifically the Three Sisters, brought to my mind was a special feeling that I would love to go back to.
Next to that was my interaction with animals, this was the day that I missed my cat, Olivia, which is why the wildlife park simply brought happiness to my Sunday morning. What I saw there as well was even though the kangaroos, birds, koalas, and more are inside the Featherdale Wildlife Park, they are still taken good care and were treated accordingly–one thing that I wish zoos should do–because they deserve the freedom and health care that humans are so privileged to have.
As you saw, this is just the first part, to tell you honestly I am not sure why I always love to share my realisations in parts and in my truest form of life, I also always do not know how to end things accordingly. But maybe I say all these or share all these in this matter because even though I am not good with words, putting my thoughts into words simply helps me digest every single thing that I encounter.