Some of you may know that many years ago I lived in Melbourne, from the late 70s to the late 80s and I loved it. It always felt like a second home to me, maybe because my dad grew up there and all his family still lived there, maybe it was just my kind of city. This past week Katie and I have been in Melbourne so that I could run a doll making workshop and so that we could have a little holiday together, some special time before she leaves home for university and her grown up life.
We had the best time, exploring, finding cute little neighbourhoods and cute little shops, beautiful parks and gardens, enjoying the cosmopolitan feeling of a large city and also the village like atmosphere of some of the inner suburbs that were part of my Melbourne.
I have to admit, the final ride out to the airport with every man, woman and child heading in the same direction as us, making the journey a long and slow one made me remember why in the end I was happy to move to Tassie, I remember feeling that wherever we went there was always a crowd there with us and feeling so stifled because of it. Moving home to Tasmania gave us freedom we could never have in a big city and I am very grateful for that.
Coming home after our little holiday was wonderful, you would think we had been away for months. It was really good to come home with a fresh perspective and some new ideas. Frankie was most pleased that everyone was where they should be once again. Not sure how she will cope when Katie leaves next year.