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6 February 2016

St Kilda wanders

This takes me back to
where it all started 
three years ago
french toast bacon brekky
in a Melbourne cafe
walking around St Kilda
exploring possibilities of living here
it didn't last long
the next day we moved into a house 
in Fitzroy just off Brunswick Street 
the only way to end our endless party life
was to move out
book a flight to Tassie
and see what it's all about.

Sunday morning beach walk
meeting friends for breakfast
Albert Park boardwalk
picking up pieces 
of running conversations
white boat watching
sitting next to the pier
I remember losing
my heart to Melbourne
to the people, the memories made here.
I can't believe it's been two years
what has taken me so long
to come back to Australia
land of wonder
where falling in love
is a daily thing
and freedom is the key to happiness
skies are always starry
storms heavy
bright moon
night night

19 December 2012

Home sweet Melbourne

On our first day in Melbourne we fell in love with the city and decided to stay here for a while. The second day we found a lovely crazy house in funky neighbourhood Fitzroy. So yes, I'm settled down even though I can't sit still for one minute. So many things to discover!

Fitzroy is an amazing neighbourhood full of cool bars, vintage shops, live music and pink haired people. It's Melbourns way of saying: forget about London, we have our own piece of Camden. Lots of travelers got stuck in Fitzroy and I understand why. So it's a bit tricky to start our Aussi trip here, because let's face it: we might never leave.

I enjoyed St Kilda too, especially their great coffee bars where they serve salmon and vodka for breakfast. Or water in vodka bottles. But I hate pigeons, and St Kilda is their hood. So Fitzroy is where the heart is. Where our kitschy cosy home is, stuffed with flee market goodness. Where the open air swimming pool is actually just a place all good looking people of Melbourne unite. Where Santa has taken over peoples brains and houses and parcs. Where pubs and shops eat our money. Good times are rolling.