As I type this I am mid way through my flight to Melbourne for a week of culture, great coffee, food and more excitingly, a whole week off work! Looking out over the wing of the plane I am feeling mixed emotions of both excitement, tiredness (the 1.20am wake up call can be attributed to this) and am quietly shitting myself that, should an emergency occur I am manning the emergency exit door (FARK!!).
Walking through the airport exit doors I am greeted by a typically chilly Melbourne day which is exactly what I was hoping for. Melbourne is the place for jackets and scarves. The bus ride into the city is familiar and welcomed. After breakfast and a wander through the streets with some family members, yet another fabulous coffee and an out of the blue bucketing of rain (so Melbourne!) it's time to head back to my Hostel (can't believe I'm staying at a backpackers) to have a Nanna nap and get ready to see La Soirée tonight at the Forum Melbourne.
I am hoping that this week is relaxing, invigorating and that my favourite city restores my weary soul. I am in great need of new scenery and to immerse myself in the vibe Melbourne provides. It is the best place to wander, clear the head and restore yourself after being bogged down by the routine of daily life. Melbourne is my mecca. My haven. My sanctuary.
I am excited to catch up with friends I have not seen for way too long, meander through previously undiscovered lane ways, eat way too much and research for my own cafe I hope to have one day.
Can't wait to see what tomorrow brings!