(Tequila-inspired) Ideas

I finally got my life back. Handed in the papers on Friday and I started living again. I now sleep and eat regularly and I can think a little more clearly. Had a nice Saturday night out and had a tad of tequila. Life is smooth and easy. For now at least.
Today was really mellow. I slept till late and I was a bit hungover when I woke up. I had Vietnamese soup in a place in Newtown, examined passersby in the sunshine and let my mind wander off.
I returned some books at the library and ended up looking for travel books for an hour. I was too late for yoga so I thought I'd take it easy today and just walked home enjoying the beautiful day.
I made tea and read about remote places I'd love to visit. There is something about seeing things and new countries that I think is just part of me and I won't ever be able to let go of. It gives me so much, sometimes even more than I fathom. I've just come to realize how this need, this urge that just surges through my mind has affected me and the decisions I've made over the past years. Milan, Reykjavik, now Sydney. What next? Where next?
This afternoon I've come to think what kind of things I would like to accomplish while here and I tried to set some goals, to figure out what I want to do in Australia, and above all, if I want to them in Australia. I don't dislike living here and my life is actually pretty well-balanced now, more than it has ever been before. Sydney is a cool city and this country offers so much to a restless and curious bloke like me. I have been reading over and over brochures about tours in the outback, in WA, near Broome, in Tassie... There are so many places I want to go check out before I leave (if I leave). However, I have not felt I am connected to this city. Not yet at least. It wasn't like the connection I got when I went to Iceland. That is engraved in me. Sometimes I still consider that maybe I could move back there. Why not? With Australia the whole moving thing became a little more problematic because a lot of things happened since the very first day I landed here and the spirit with which I came was totally different from when I spent those months in Reykjavik. Besides, it doesn't really make much sense to compare these two experience cos they are totally distinct.
So while I am here, I should just make the most of my time here. I don't know exactly how and what I will have to focus on but I can honestly say that I am starting to have a few vague ideas.
I hopefully will be able to share them with you soon. I just a little more time to figure things out while I am not "distracted". John is in the U.S. and I have the house all to myself. I'm kinda starting to miss him. Although he's in another continent, he still manages to be the most supportive and present partner I could ever imagine being blessed with.
It's time for bed now but I can't sleep. They're showing "American Beauty" on tv. I love this movie. It reminds me to make some reality checks every now and then and, most importantly to stay always true to yourself.

"It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing. And there's this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it, right? And this bag was just... dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. That's the day I realized that there was this entire life behind things, and this incredibly benevolent force that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid. Ever.
A beat. Video's a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember... I need to remember...
Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it... and my heart is going to cave in."