Going to keep this short and sweet, and unfortunately I don't have any photos to add. I have been traveling for work the past week. I'm up in singleton, a small town in NSW about 90 minutes west of Newcastle. It's basically a mining town, the sign says 25000 people but I'm calling bullshit. This place is only slightly larger than my hometown of Strasburg which had a population of 2500. I'm assuming that they included everyone within a 25km radius. The town only takes 20 min to walk across the long way, has 3 pubs, and a handful of restaurants. There is basically fuck all to do except get piss drunk at the pub, which is a hard pass when you have to get 0.000 on a breathalyzer at 6am the next morning.
The point of this is, I miss Melbourne. I traveled a decent amount when I worked in Charlotte and I never missed Charlotte. I missed people and my stuff but not the city. I still miss laci and my friends, my stuff (don't have much) but now I also miss the city. I miss my coffee shop, the quirky trams, my footy training sessions, the city skyline, Albert park, Chapel street and all its weirdness. I'm really looking forward to flying home tomorrow afternoon and being home. I think I can truly say Melbourne is home. That is until laci and I get board of this city and decide to move to either Mcmudo station or Tristan da Cunha.
Ps. Mom don't worry, that last bit was a joke. Mcmudo station is a science outpost in mcmudo sound Antarctica and Tristan da cunha is the most remote inhabited island in the world. We are not moving there.
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