Maybe, I Miss Me
It’s been two years since I left Melbourne. And still, without warning, I find myself missing everything about it—the streets, the weather, the coffee, the quiet moments in between. Sometimes it’s just a song, a smell, a word that takes me back. And suddenly, I’m there again. But maybe it’s not just the city I miss. Maybe I miss me—the version of myself I was becoming there. Melbourne gave me space to grow, to think, and to slow down. I was learning, not just in class, but in life. I was away from everything familiar, yet I felt more like myself than I ever had. I think part of my heart stayed in those grey-sky mornings, the tram rides through tree-lined streets, the long walks after class, the random conversations, and the solitude that didn’t feel lonely. Time has moved on, but maybe feelings don’t follow the same clock. Maybe I haven’t moved on because that part of my life still feels unfinished—like a beautiful chapter that ended too soon. And that’s okay. I’m allowed to carry...
