Traveling for anonymity

Normally a traveling post would fall under the blog my better half and I share. But today (and Monday) I’m traveling on my own. It’s been a long time since I got to spend a day by myself in a new place. Well, sort of new. The last time I was in Sydney for more than a night was almost 2 years ago. I have fond memories of being here but also remember being jet lagged out of my mind. I’ve spent more time in pretty much every major city in Australia (Canberra and Brisbane excepted).

I feel like I need to try and cram all the things I missed on my first trip here. THe opera house, the aquarium, Kings Cross. But I’m sitting in the exec lounge of the hotel (the wife got an upgrade, I think it’s a computer glitch) looking at the harbor bridge and drinking tea. I spent the morning in the gardens reading a book. I’m looking forward to a haircut later today. I only have one thing to do on this trip. And that’s about all I want to do. Scratch that. Two things. Still traveling with no agenda is strangely liberating.

Thinking about it, it’s not the lack of an agenda. I’ve missed the anonymity of the city. For the past 3 months, I have rarely had a free evening or weekend. No one can ever say that life in Alice isn’t busy. Small town gossip is the easiest thing to get used to. Seeing everyone you work with at work and then at least 2-3 times a week outside of work is draining. For an introvert, small towns can be the most draining place. It’s impossible to run a simple errand without having a social interaction. And of course you can’t stop going out. Summer is so unpleasant that you feel guilty not enjoying the nice weather. But summer is the best/only respite from the social calendar from hell. 115 degree heat is a surefire way to force the masses to retreat back to their homes and back from my door.

In Sydney, I’m just another dude with a bad hair cut and scruffy beard. I’ve missed being that. Not someones’ coworker, neighbor, scoutmaster, jogging partner, or any other role I fill. Just another face at the bar. With that being said, I think it’s to find where I’ll be having my Manhattan tonight.