A love letter to Melbourne
An ode to everything we’ve loved and missed about the great city of Melbourne.
You had me at overpriced coffee.
I have spent so many nights in lockdown dreaming of our reunion. Thinking of your art and café-filled laneways, your beaches, sport stadiums, galleries, and shows.
As we have grown together, from my paper tram ticket that needed a holepunch to my Myki I always forget to top up, I always discover new and exciting things about you.
I've spent hours strolling around your many perfect botanical gardens, only to discover a new outdoor pop-up, perfect picnic spot (dogs allowed a plus), or hidden fairy tree. I've missed the butterflies I feel before heading to one of your glittering film events that make me feel cool; hipster art gallery exhibitions I try to understand; or raging music festivals where I don't really know the songs but dance along anyway.
I've missed heading down your laneways and themed streets, riding along Beach Road on one of your bike trails, watching dogs in heaven at the off-lead beaches, and cursing the fact that I missed the exit and now have to cross the Westgate in peak hour.
It has been too long since I got on one of your busy trams to footy at the G, or taken the train into town to enjoy your festive fireworks, fabulous musicals, crazy concerts, and graffiti-filled walkways.
From Footscray to Frankston to Fawkner and Ferntree Gully, I’ve loved taking in your multicultural melting pot of food, drink, fashion, and entertainment.
I love you more than any other, but lately, Melbourne - there have been times I felt I had lost you.