Today was my travel day from Sydney to Melbourne, and if I’m being honest, it wasn’t my best.
I was missing my boyfriend. Missing my friends. Missing my family. And sometimes there’s something exhausting about landing in a new city and having to figure everything out again. Where to eat, how the transit works, which neighborhoods feel right. It’s small stuff, but it adds up.
Driving into the city didn’t help. My first impression wasn’t great. Melbourne is a little gritty. A little off. I know that’s probably a rushed judgment, so I’m reserving the right to change my mind in a few days.
For now, I’m calling it what it is: an off day.
I called some friends, grabbed food, put on Netflix, and let it be simple. Tomorrow can try again.
