Dear Australia

Dear Australia,

Thank you for reminding me that I am human, and a very small speck of the universe (sometimes we forget). I miss you, and the times you left me with no choice but to slow down and look around.

To Melbourne,

I miss the sights and sounds of buskers down Swanston street, the mish-mash of hip hop, acoustic guitars and the occasional classical cello. I miss exploring markets and being inspired by fresh produce and fresh ideas. I miss sitting down in front of a little grass hill wedged in between the public library and Melbourne Central. I miss the little cafes you had in every nook and cranny, run by the most passionate of baristas and bakers.

To the coast,

I miss driving past acres and acres of grass, speckled with cows and the occasional alpacas. I miss sitting in front of oceans, complaining about the chilling sea breeze, but staring out into the brilliant blues of sea and sky. I miss lying on plain fields and looking up into a the greater universe filled with stars. I miss wading near beaches and finding little creatures between crevices and seaweed.

Nowadays, I look at sunsets through a tiny screen that fits in my palm. A typical day is spent sitting in front of an electronic box, talking to it, reading from it, exploring the world through it. Food is a transaction made between myself and strangers.

Life is truly not the same since I’ve left you, dear friend.

But perhaps someday we will meet again.

One Comment

  1. Will be going to Melbourne this coming September, I will probably miss it too when I’m back

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