When I first met you 7 years ago, I had just flown 4000 miles to be with the person I love, because the distance between us got too much to handle. Since then, many things have changed - I've graduated, found a job and went on adventures I'd never dared dream of at 21. In many ways, you've changed too - your fares have increased, my usual bus stop at Chadstone had shifted, Supre has gone all trashy with their ripped crop tops and you have way too many Gong Cha outlets jarringly sprouting up within your colonial buildings. But in many other ways, you are like a familiar old friend. Be it at 21 or 28, mornings with you will always be a cup of flat white, a pancake stack and graffiti lanes. I don't think I'll be seeing you anytime soon; there is just too much beauty in the world I need to see. But if and when we do meet again, perhaps in another 7 years, I know we'd share stories about how our lives have changed yet again, over the same good ol' cup of freshly brewed coffee. For the last time in a very long time, thank you for having me.
Oh, and just in case you are wondering, I'm still in love with that same boy I crossed the Pacific for 7 years ago ❤️