Dear Bondi sky,

I give up. You win. Even if I go back and 'marry' America by returning there forever, you can satisfy yourself with the knowledge that I will always be emotionally cheating on the US with you.

Let's face it, the past month you have been treating me like shit. You've been cold and shut me out, hiding behind bleak grey clouds. And just when I thought I was in the clear, when I thought I could cope with the fact I'll be leaving you in October, you reel me back in. Do you have some special psychic warning signal, beeping 'WATCH OUT, LORENA'S GETTING OVER YOU. MUST DO SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL AND ROMANTIC'? Jerk. You're that bad-for-me boyfriend unapologetically keeping me away from my friends and family, who hate you, by the way.

One day, I will leave you. The time will come when I will wave goodbye and not look back. Well, that's not entirely true. Of course I'll look back, stalk you on Facebook, google you, frame photographs of us in my room and develop FOMS (Fear Of Missing Sky). And don't think I won't judge and hate every single girl who sleeps under you and takes pictures with you while wearing cheesy I <3 Bondi shirts. Ugh, sluts.

Anyways, mark my words, I will leave you. One day. Just not today.

P.S. Tonight took my breath away. Same place/time tomorrow?

Picture caption: Winter sunset from the rocks at North Bondi Beach

I was thinking about packing up and moving to Melbourne for a change of scenery but Sydney responded with "Well does Melbourne have this?"

Click on the picture below to see a slideshow of Bondi Beach today. The photos don't do the 10-foot waves justice, but compared to the usual flat calmness of Bondi it was quite the spectacle.