Melbourne has been an eye-opener, it really has. I’ve ended up having the time of my life - and I mean that, I rarely use the term lightly. The spontaneous decision to go had me on cloud nine, and I was not disappointed. Every minute of Melbourne, from the flights to traversing, was breathtaking. Funnily enough, the purpose of it was to enthusiastically tag along on my Dad’s business trip. (Heck, I had even constructed a bucket list. That’s how desperate I’ve been for a break.)
The people I’ve encountered and the city itself are much too valuable, as I reflect. They’ve provided me with a sense of hopeful security, especially for the future. They’ve allowed me to realise that the things I stress about as a teenager are much too trivial, and I shouldn’t be holding myself back. It’s all encouraged me to further establish myself, to and for the right people. It’s taught me to take care of myself, too. You could say the romanticist in me has been resurrected. I’d say the party has just started. (I apologise if I scare anyone with all the funky lingo, excitement and self-addressing interjections.)
It’s a city I’ve warmed up to in absolutely no time, one that I feel comfortable adventuring in. Everything feels at ease despite the fast-paced nature. I’d actually never been since I was a youngling; my Mum told me I was conceived there, and the only factor driving her out was the bipolar weather. (I could’ve been a Melbourne girl, sigh.) It truly is the charming capital of culture, people, food, art, nightlife and fashion. Not to mention,its own brand of distinctive individuality.
You comb the streets and wonder the story behind each striding individual. You admire their affiliation with the place, their direction and pride. Where are they going? Do they desire more or are they content with the status quo? You glance at those sitting down, the ones who bathe in silence. Or perhaps contemplating life. Most importantly, what’s their story?
The central city district was where I committed most of my hours to.In awe, may I add. Admittedly, international retailers like Topshop, H&M, American Apparel Starbucks and Krispy Kreme were of initial interest. Materialism, I know. Although, I did very much enjoy a classic Krispy Kreme on the returning flight. I also purchased my first pair of heels - or more specifically, flatform sandals. (Just taking my metaphorical steps towards young adulthood, don’t mind me.)
It didn’t take me long to snap out of my urban trance, and
really appreciate the undivided city for what it’s worth. The juxtaposition
between architectural infrastructure is much too impressive. Think Victorian-style
buildings standing alongside skyscrapers, with street art galore. The quaint
cafes and remarkable laneways. The adopted tradition of locking love on
bridges, in hopes of eternity.Corner delights and so much more. The fusion of everything I adore in a single
Met up with the incredibly beautiful Meg from megbethkernaghan, who accompanied me for the Saturday.What better blogger to have a first real-life meeting with? (If you don’t know her, you need to hop onto her blog immediately. Her photography is amazing, I insist you visit. She’s also the kind of people we need more of in the world, the generous and perceptive kind.)It was truly an indelible rendezvous, catching up with one of the most honourable and cultivated bloggers I know. In the flesh, too! Being four years apart in age didn’t hinder us from connecting on all levels. I think it’s fantastic when two individuals can come together and see eye-to-eye on things - exactly what Meg and I had shared.
We had a stroll around the renowned city and markets, and also fancied a seat outside the state library. Majority of conversation on my end was the incessant gushing about the entire city. (There were selfies and inside jokes. I believe it’s now official that we’ve achieved best-friend status.) Fortunately for me, Meg suggested that we wait for a musical trio in the city to perform. I had thought nothing of it at the time, yet knew I had to go with Meg’s instinct. I wasn’t disappointed one bit, as our half-hour wait turned into a foot-tapping spectacle. I almost got run over by the tram twice for being so invested in their soulful tunes. The band, Woodlock, is phenomenal. And for them to perform in the middle of the city is respectable. It certainly gained everyone’s approval and attention. I wouldn’t have wanted to spend the day any other way. The blogging community already means so much to me, and having physical moments makes it even more dear.
The last two nights were spent out with respective partners from Dad’s work. We walked countless blocks for dinner out on the town. Now it wouldn’t be deemed significant in anyone’s book, but I truly had a good time conversing with everyone. I’ve always felt more inclined towards talking to adults. Sometimes, age is just a number; a couple of decades only distinguish the collection of experiences. The bunch was of course, inclusive of merrymaking - yes, drinking and tasteful banter - but it’s nothing new to me. In fact, being exposed to the norm of adults is great. I’ve always been more aware of what it’s all about, not just fun and games. And when it is, it’s good fun indeed. Adults and teenagers don’t have many stark contrasts, but I did feel like an old soul trapped in a measly body. It’s all occupied me with restless ambition.
All in all, the trip - even if only a few days - went infinitely better than anticipated. I never would’ve imagined the vibrancy of such a city as being so well-suited to me. (Ooh fun fact: my Dad attended university in Melbourne. I’m seriously considering continuing the legacy.) It’s so vast but I long to belong here. There’s just so much to see, and I’m compelled to do more.
See, I’m the sort that has never lived in a
place for very long, hence the lack of residential attachment. They do say that
home is where the heart is. Now believe me in my conviction of saying that
Melbourne has my heart. It has it, whole.
It's like history being disclosed to you, that you'd never been aware of.
It's like sipping tea, but failing to ingest. It's like purging the seed, planted right inside your soul.
It's like finding a four-leaf clover, amongst a sweeping clover field.
It's like looking in a mirror, and realising you're invisible.
It's like being in all kinds of places at once, but remaining perfectly still.
It's like a living contradiction, parading its forgone freedom.