Is that they are a lot bigger than they seem. You can’t appreciate how much it took to make them until you see them up close.

The thing about this trip is that it’s a lot bigger than it seems. Coming here has been the single most important, greatest, constant driving force in my life. And I can’t process, can’t find the words to convey, what it feels like to be standing here right now…except to say, if you have a dream, go for it. Even if you don’t understand it, even if it seems big and faraway and impossible, even if you wonder why you can’t just be a normal person, even if it scares the shit out of you (especially then), even if you spend all your money, even if it takes SEVEN YEARS–it’s worth it. It’s worth it to know that you truly lived this life, that you fought for things worth fighting for.

Like dreams.

Because the Bridge and the Opera House? They started as sketches.
And before that, they were just ideas.

I thought that coming here would just be that for me: an idea. I was so scared of so many things. And I still have my worries and doubts–I have no idea what will happen tomorrow–but, if I’ve learned anything from this journey, it’s that “courage is not the absence of fear, but rather, the judgement that something else is more important than fear.”

I know I was meant to come here. I don’t know if that means that things will “work out,” if I’ll stay 10 more months or 10 more years. But standing here, staring at the harbour, I know that I will never have to wonder. I will never have to be someone who talked about something, but didn’t (at least try to) make it happen. I will know that no matter how things turn out, I am better for the impact of everything I’ve done to get here.

And that, is HUGE.