tac, again

hey hey, im back in southern cali, soaking up the sun at tac

ill write about sydney when i have more time, prolly after i get back home
in a nutshell, it was brilliant
the first night i was there, Kat and i walked to circular quay and sat on the side closer to the bridge, and spent two hours talking, looking across the harbour to the opera house, and watching the bridge
i needed that long just to let it sink in
as soon as i accepted the reality, i never once had the "ahhhh! i cant believe im in sydney!!" feeling
of course i was
id been waiting and ready for years
it was like a coming home of sorts
deep familiarity was already there

the olympic park was an emotional trip
it wasnt even about being so in love with the olympics/ian anymore
it was about the history, the significance it has in my life now
almost like going to a memorial of sorts
i have little interest in what the park is used for now (although that was kinda cool)
i only care about it for what it was 7 years ago, and how much that effected my life
it was crazy
esp that i already knew pretty much everything they tell you in the tour, i didnt realize i still knew all that ... the stuff we know, and dont know we know - its crazy

now im at TAC
its sunny and beautiful
i started crying when i first saw stevo because i didnt recognise him
he's all grown up and huge and tan and blonde
wierd