spending a day in sydney, surrounded by no one but asians and indians, might positively be the worst thing ever. note to self- never again go to cabramatta. i felt foreign in my own country. how does that work? i am usually tolerant, but australia we are outnumbered.
on a lighter note, i got material for my formal dress- 'kingfisher' blue. i'm hoping beyond hope that i'm not let down by this, i want it to be nothing short of amazing.
personal note for brit if you read this- stay strong, we are all here for you and loving you always.