Sydney’s not a city, it’s a group chat with 2 degrees of separation and too many shared stories.

You meet someone at a party and within 5 minutes, someone else is like, “Oh! Didn’t he hook up with your ex’s housemate’s situationship?”
And the answer is probably yes.

The overlap is wild.
You go on one date and somehow you’re in three new social circles, four Instagram Stories, and now accidentally at a dinner with someone you ghosted in 2022.
Romantic history here is basically community property.

But honestly? It’s kind of iconic.
It keeps you honest. You can’t be a mess and expect word not to get around. This city has the memory of a Virgo and the mouth of a brunch table.

It also makes friendships more entrenched (and sometimes weirder).
You’ve danced together, kissed once, maybe cried on a rooftop… and now you send each other memes like nothing ever happened. Growth?

So yeah, everyone knows each other.
Or has kissed.
Or both.
And that’s just part of the charm.