Basking in spring sunshine, Melbourne feels quiet and small with little traffic and less people in its streets. Or at least in North Carlton, the inner city suburb of Melbourne I am temporarily staying in. I dont remember Melbourne being like this but then I dont remember Melbourne being so strangely unfamiliar either, like putting on a pair of old jeans and finding it a size smaller than it should be, like one’s bedroom half-seen during a night’s restless sleep.
I dont want to stay but I dont want to go either. I dont want to return to the life i had before i left but it’s the only life i know in Melbourne and I’ve realised that even if I want to go back to it, I cant. I could make a life that is very similar to what I had however, if I choose to.
The question is, do I choose to and if not, then what else is there.