And so this is Melbourne.

The Sunny November days are setting in and walking to work becomes more of a diary entry than a chore.

Something I do every day that is a routine morning check of where my head space is at.

I replay fond memories and each song that sifts through my iPod sparks a new memory in my head that i get to revisit.

By the time I reach the bridge I’m comparing those times with similar times in my life and thinking of the good old days as just that. Old days that have taught me well stay exactly where they belong,

Loved but past.

I get to the docks, walking along the board walk is where my cigarette ignites and I make the promise to myself to try and kick the habit, just as I do every day.

By lunch time I’m on smoke #4.

Floating round the office to a sea of stares and head shakes.. yes yes I don’t look like I belong here, but I have the same job as you, don’t i? That’s right so keep your head down or I’ll handball you a report to do.

Walking home is more strenuous as my head is cloudy and my legs get heavier with each step but I stop in at my favourite coffee place to drop them off some chocolates and say hi to the boys.

Home time now and as my front door closes the bell rings for break, which is were my evening begins.

Seeing friends and drinking wines that I will tell myself don’t count if I have it with food on the side, which inevitably turns out to be bread.

And by the weekend I’m wondering why my favourite size 7 shorts don’t fit as well as they once did… I feel blue, bread and wine again.

Not the most productive cycle but if I fit in a few gym sessions here and there it suits me well enough.

So tonight, chattering with a favourite of mine over what was supposed to be a cup of coffee , that has ended up smelling remarkably of alcohol in a tall stemmed glass.
then cuddle times and probably a fight or two.

Such is life.