Tomorrow I return to Melbourne.
I left that handsome city at the beginning of the year - exhausted, and very happy. A year of working, making friends, making love and finding an interesting new kind of happiness.
But my memories Melbourne remind me of a poem by Walt Whitman.
"Once I passed through a populous city, imprinting on my brain, for future use, its shows, architecture, customs and traditions. But now of all that city I remember only the man who wandered with me there, for love of me, day by day, and night by night, we were together. All else has long been forgotten by me - I remember, I say, once one rude and ignorant man who, when I departed, long and long held me by the hand, with silent lips, sad and tremulous." WALT WHITMAN
This time it will be different.
