November 23

The few weeks leading up to our trip back home have been filled with happy anticipation. But this morning I woke up in a blind panic, suddenly hit by the realization that this weekend is our last before we go away, and I have so much organize before we leave, and soooo much to finish off at work, and absolutely no time to do it all, and … cue mad panic scene running around the room flailing arms.

Of course B. says not to worry and that it will all manage to get done. He suggests that writing a list might help. He means a ‘to do’ list (ha! As if I didn’t already have one), but instead, in an effort to calm my nerves, I’ve written up a list of things I’m looking forward to in Melbourne:

1. Seeing family and friends (goes without saying)
2. Not being at work (ditto)
3. Home cooked meals (hint, hint)
4. Not having to wear a coat (still living in hope)
5. Port Phillip Bay, the Yarra and the Botanical Gardens (preferably experienced in the sun, see above)
6. Take away coffee not from a chain
7. The Number 7 sandwich at Santucchis
8. About 12 other things to do with food
9. Seeing if our house still looks the same (but feeling weird about not being able to just walk in)
10. Driving (provided it’s like riding a bike in that I can still remember how even though it’s been awhile)
11. 7 Eleven (just because they’re not here and everywhere there)
12. Nature strips
13. Shopping in the little laneways in the city
14. Biting into a hot pie and sauce and cracking open a tinny at the ‘G while reflecting on the greatness of Eddie Maguire... now isn’t that what Melbourne is all about?