at Bronte Beach
Ahhhhh...
That's the sigh of a relaxed, rested and rejuvenated Jen.
After seven days of night shifts, two of which were 12-hours straight, a wedding one weekend and the U2 concert the next; I needed a week off to just do nothing. And that's just what I did. Although I was "away", I didn't go anywhere, or do anything, which was exactly the whole point of this exercise.
It was nice to just wake up and take it easy. I got re-acquainted with my couch and remote control and indulged myself in the sick voyeuristic pleasures of daytime television. It’s a necessary evil of which I am content to succumb to. But not only did I drown myself in daytime TV, but I did also go out and enjoy myself in this beautiful city of Sydney; I may be partial to her as she is my home city, but there really is no place like home.
the Sydney Harbour Bridge by night, from McMahons Point
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