It's always been Paris
For someone who grew up in Sydney, Paris was a dream. My skies were blue and the ocean was warm but there was always a pull towards France. The first morning that I arrived in Paris, I dumped my bags in the Auberge de Jeunesse and took the metro up to Sacre Coeur. With little sleep from the long train journey from England, my tired eyes were unbelieving when they saw the whole of Paris layed out before me.
I still cry a lot when I am in Paris.
All these years later, it still kills me.
I don't know exactly why but it will probably always be like this.