I moved to Melbourne a couple of years ago after hearing One Crowded Hour by Augie March.
As an undergraduate at the city campus of RMIT University, I get the opportunity to enjoy and explore all that the city has to offer.Fat girls on Lonsdale, cigar stylos on Siglo, leg splits on Kings, meth heads at Flinders, chandeliers at Silk, chianti on Little Collins. Say it, name it.
Melbourne suburbs are extremely defined in style, nuance and unspoken laws. I’m not an expert on them. Yet.
I live with two cats I fell in love with during my four year stint in Kuala Lumpur. They sometimes sleep on my face in winter. I pretend to be mad but secretly, I’m honoured. We live in an inner city townhouse with beautiful polished floorboards. There are savage flies that invade my kitchen when the weather heats up but I try not to complain as I feel good laid across the cold concrete in the garage. But I still wish that they’ll disappear.
I am a PR intern for The Lost Dogs’ Home at 2 Gracie Street, North Melbourne. I am glad that my work will someway contribute to a cause that I strongly believe in. The Lost Dogs’ Home is turning 100 next year. Much has changed in the world and yet some problems and solutions remain the same.
I love this city. It’s edgy yet quaint. It’s hard yet accessible. It’s all at the same time familiar and strange. And let’s not even talk about the dystopic weather.
Melburnians call this city the Europe of Australia. I disagree. Melbourne is way too special.
