Up until a few years ago, I never cared too much for New Years. To me, it was a hyped-up celebration with false expectations, unrealistic resolutions, and drunk drivers. But then everything changed right around the time I turned 30.
Yes, it had a lot to do with the age. After years of hating my body and worrying whether or not people liked me, I was finally confident in who I was. I was content. Happy. And I attribute most of that to living abroad. And I attribute living abroad to loving New Years.
Three years ago I was in Buenos Aires, singing karaoke in a large Argentinian family’s living room. The following year I celebrated on Copacabana Beach in Rio, alongside two million people, dancing and jumping waves for good luck. And a couple of weeks ago, I got the opportunity to see the famous Sydney Harbour fireworks from a boat, with a dear friend I made in Korea.
I know what you’re thinking. (Bitch.) But it’s actually quite hard being away during the holidays. Thankfully, I have been blessed with a very understanding family. In fact, when I told them I was torn between visiting Australia and coming home, they said something to the effect of “watch out for the kangaroos.” I love them.
Anyway, the point of this post is to share my Sydney New Year’s Eve experience, and the best way to do this is through pictures. Below you will find the progression of the fireworks, from start to finish.
But first, some advice: If you’re going to visit Sydney for New Years in coming years, secure a boat a few months ahead of time. Otherwise, you’ll be fighting your way through huge crowds, waiting around on the Harbour for hours in the heat, without a cocktail. Here’s the boat we went on—about half the price of others, as it was BYOB: http://