Sunday, July 30, 2017

The Melbourne in Us

It is almost midnight here in Kew, the suburban area of Melbourne, Australia. As I am typing this, I am thinking about going home, which is going to happen very soon. At the same time, the feeling of leaving Melbourne haunts me all the time. The closer I am getting to departure, the more clouds are coming my way, promising rain as I am pretty sure they will leave eventually.

I can start recollecting now, from the first day until now, and I can predict quite accurately what is going to happen on the last day. I came here on August last year, which was the start of spring, and right now is winter. The changing of the seasons, the things they brought and they left, and how people adjust their life based on the current season.

The spring comes with the hope, as the flowers and trees spring, and leaves in beautiful fashion. The summer comes with excitement, trying to exceed the one spring left. Is summer even capable of doing that? Before we can even think about the answer to that, the fall comes along with thundering answer we didn’t even think of. Then, the winter does. We are deeply fucked.

I start to think, with the uncertainty Melbourne weather has to offer, how people still be able to compensate the storm after sunshine all day, and the other way around? It is not predictable in any way, yet nobody complains about that. Amazing, isn’t it?

We never know what the future holds, will it be rainy tomorrow? Should I bring my sunnies or umbrella? I am not going to bring both, how insecure am I that people would know my inside without me letting them in. Also I don’t want to be weighed down with something I wouldn’t use. Wait, what time is it? Fuck, I’m late.

Well, am I good? Am I bad? Am I in the good side of bad or bad side of good? We keep asking without even knowing the answer. Well, I am good, no doubt about that. Am I really? Well, I’m going to bring my sunnies out. Oh, will it rain today?

It is the uncertainty keeps us alive, keeps us who we are. It is the Melbourne in us.

Bittersweet is us.

Kew, Victoria
Twenty-eighth of July 2017.

11.23PM

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