I had to go back to Melbourne recently. I've made no secret of the fact that even though Melbourne is an incredible city and I understand the love it gets, I struggled when I lived there. We all make mistakes and taking a job...a really really good one...was one of mine. I was actually a tad nervous getting of the plane and heading to the express bus to the city. Would the old feelings I associate with my time there come back? Would I retreat into my shell like a frightened turtle? Would I enjoy the experience more as a visitor than a resident?
The work part of the trip was brief which gave me time to get the camera out. The Yarra River, an icon Melbournians are fiercely proud of, was up and quite still. Not as still as I'd seen it before but extremely photogenic. As I waited for the light to settle my old uni supervisor with whom I'd met earlier that day, walked pass. Even though we had caught up earlier in the day. It's always nice to catch up again. She knew Melbourne and I didn't gel and knows how I love to capture the world around me. It was a nice conversation.
Over the next hour or two Melbourne's CBD, it's lights and the river really gave me a visual gift. The city turned it on for me that night. It was like it was saying "we know it wasn't good last time, but that's ok. We still have a connection & we want to give you a gift". As time wore on it felt like the bad vibes I still felt for the city were leaching out of me and drifting away into thin air.
I was nervous about my return, I had been back a few times but this time felt different. I thought more about the beauty of the city, the incredible people I met and have stayed in touch with and the days it felt easy. Melbourne will most likely never be home again, but we've found a good place. We're friends now