A Letter to Melbourne

by novemberyankeecharlie

Dear Melbourne,

It’s been a while. Sometimes it feels longer than a while, others it feels like yesterday. I live in a world of opposites to you and sometimes that leaves me feeling like the abyss between us grows with each day. When I wake up, you’re finishing your day. I sometimes wake up and wonder how that day was, the day that I’m just beginning.

How was your day today?

When summer rolls around and the city I now live in is heaving, I think of the crisp mornings where you are, the never-ending drizzle and the chill that makes it feel colder than it ever actually is.

I miss you the most in the New Year; a time that was once defined by mosquito fueled nights at the beach, holidays, and delirious laughter with friends and family. It’s a time that can make the most jaded of hearts feel hopeful for what the year ahead could bring.

Nowadays, the New Year is a brutal reminder of what a real winter feels like. Some days I love the crisp sting that wakes me up hours before an espresso ever could, other days it burns like a harsh reminder that I’m so far away from my old home.

I don’t miss you as much as I thought I would.
I do think of you often and fondly… Always.

N ovember Y ankee C harlie