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Three years and thirty three years

October 13, 2014

Today I am thirty three years old.
Today I have been a Melburnian for three years.

MELBOURNE is… tram tracks, chocolate stores, footy madness, dramatic weather switcheroos, hidden doorways, hipsters, artisan food, blue skies seared pale by the sun, plane tree pollen in your eyes, the racing carnival, terrible drivers, beloved markets, a million suburbs, muddy rivers, dry grass, fruit bats at dusk, restored facades fronting up modern architecture, cranes, the comedy festival, coffee, coffee, did I mention coffee, bluestone alleyways with grafitti, greek, italian, vietnamese, possums scampering at night, out of control property prices, gum trees, disdain for the giant wheel, sprawling boundaries, and tennis in 40 degree heat.

Places I love…

  • the track around Albert Park lake especially at sunset…
  • the loop around Maribyrnong river stopping off for a coffee in the Boathouse on the way…
  • Bourke St in December when it’s manic and magical and summery and the windows are full of Christmas cheer…
  • the summer outdoor cinemas in Botanic Gardens and Abbotsford Convent, where the movie starts when the sun goes down…
  • Chapel Street all the way from Windsor end to South Yarra end, with its constantly rotating stores to peek about in and its delicious places to eat…
  • South Bank walking along the river with its gelato counters and restaurants and casino and roaring turrets of fire at night…
  • the Royal Botanic Gardens in Cranbourne with its stunning vistas…

THIRTY-THREE YEARS is… a ten month old son, tufty new hair, freckles & melasma, smile parentheses, maternity leave, 68208 words on a first draft, so many babies in my circle of friends, mothers’ group on a Wednesday, soccer tone fading, nostalgia for London but homesick for NZ, drool smudges on my t-shirts, dreaming of our new home, strolling the neighbourhood.

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