I hadn't realized that today's date had any significance to anyone apart from being an easy date to remember. I guess some people think it had some sort of apocalyptic side to it. I've been concentrating too much on the end of the world festivities on December 21, 2012. How is one ever to keep up with all these doomsday prophecies?! I don't actually think that the world is ending but it makes you think about what you would do if you had limited time. Apart from the obvious desire to be with family, I revitalize only with travel. Thankfully my family loves me enough to let me go in search of my new adventures even with the possibility of impending doom.
Perhaps it is fitting that I am sitting on a plane en route to my favourite city in the world. Melbourne. It's my third time flying there in the last five years. Amazing. Crazy. Heart-bursting. I can't put into words what this place means to me. I've tried and people don't get it. Those who knew me before Melbourne were surprised with the post version of me. I came alive in my one year there. I learned that I didn't have to be the people pleaser I had been amongst my family, my friends, my coworkers. I was shy and supremely self conscious. I gained confidence and a voice. Perhaps that's what "running away from home" or going off to "find yourself" is supposed to do.
I flip back and forth on what this visit will bring. First and foremost it will reunite me with some of the best friends a girl could ask for. I'm sure I've said it somewhere on here before but it's not like I did anything spectacular while I lived in Melbourne (or maybe I did) but it's still the best year of my life. Very few things bring out the emotion I have when I talk about my memories here. My greatest fear is that I'll be heartbroken all over again when it's time to leave. But I'm getting ahead of myself...
I look forward to the highly needed break, my walks through city lane-ways in search of graffiti where my obsession began, a summertime Christmas season with friends, another trip down the Great Ocean Road, perhaps even another tattoo. Bottom line, I'm in search of the "sparkle" I've been told has been lost over the last couple of years since I left. No pressure!
With love from 30,000ft in the air, drama queen out.
