I am beginning to realise that:

- It’s ok to wear heels and be a head taller than everyone else, including men.

- Some people’s opinions count while others’ don’t. It’s ok not to care about what the latter think. In fact, it’s even ok to tell them, nciely, to go fly a kite. It’s your life.

- Your happiness is vital to your survival. You need to be happy.

- I am worthy of being loved. And i don’t have to do anything to be loved. Love cannot be bought.

- I am ready to love.

- I am beautiful and intelligent, even though there are days when i don’t feel either.

- I need to trust my spirit.

God must have taken pity on me because today, the sun is out, its warmth taking away the gloomy mist that i had painted over Melbourne.

Today, Melbourne is beautiful. (I was that crazy girl walking around with a bouquet of happy flowers and a cup of white hot chocolate in my hand.) A mild depression is beginning to settle in my bones and i feel its hold over me strengthening during the cold nights.

But now, now, all feels right with the world again.

This hasn’t been too good a day for me. I just want to go back to Sydney at this point in time. I miss everyone and everything there.

It’s crazy.

Watched The Princess Diaries 2 this afternoon but it was rather boring. The first one was much better.

This would be a good time for hot chocolate but my Cadbury’s hot chocolate is sitting in the pantry in SYDNEY.

See whay i have to go back?

Tomorrow, i’ll go to the city and have the white hot chocolate from Hudson’s. It’s yummy beyond delicious. Maybe i’ll buy a little something for myself too. That should cheer me up.

Melbourne

The people of this city mirror the weather that is the norm here. Their faces glum, they walk below the overcast sky, clothed in long black coats. The women wear their hair in a tight bun. The men have their shirts buttoned right up to their collar, and then secured with a tie. With steaming cups of coffee in their hands, they walk fast, purposefully. They smoke incessantly.

Just as the architecture here is beautiful beyond description, the people too are a work of art worth a photograph. In every alley they sit, in small cafes talking over foccacia and scone. In every tram they crowd, clutching their shopping bags close to them.

Ever so often, i stop in my tracks to re-orientate myself. This is not London.

This is a postcard.

Melbourne is that rare jewel you discover hidden amidst a heap of dirt. It is that hundred dollar bill you find, serendipitiously, in an old wallet you were going to cast away.

You don’t believe your luck.

And then the jewel is sold and the money is spent.

You leave with what you always had.

Here are just some of the photos i’ve taken so far in Sydney. It’s really sunny out at the moment but the winds are strong and cold. Brrrr. I think i’m going to make myself a cup of tea and read for a bit. Have a good Sunday, everyone!

Sydney Visitors Centre

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