The thought of returning home to Sydney after a sultry (and rather sun-kissed!) sojourn in Melbourne isn’t as sad as I expected. Whilst I would like to stay in sipping-negronis-with-old-friends mode forever, part of me cherishes the feeling of melancholy that makes a temporary home in my heart when a really good holiday ends.
This one was pleasure & leisure centric: full of wandering without a plan, second coffees and writing in bed. A revelation to past incarnations, where hopping from monument to monument and having a set list of must-do’s was the norm. Feeling grateful for leaning into my need for lots of empty space when it comes to travel of any kind. Leaving room for the unexpected, the unknown and for little drops of nothing really feels rather great.
image by @ssuunsong