Return to Melbourne

Sometimes you have this inexplicable pull towards a place, a subconscious attraction that draws you to a certain city, and – without having ever set foot in it – you know you will love it.

I had this attraction with Melbourne, years before I came here on 1 January 2014.

Maybe it was the tales from friends, maybe it’s something bigger and deeper. I’m just…

Meant. To. Be. Here.

I landed last night at 9pm, after a pretty uneventful flight, which I dozed through, thanks to my perfect earplugs, despite the unhappy toddler in the seat next to me.

Immigration went smooth, though it took ages though for the luggage to arrive.

Luckily I know my way around, I hopped onto the Sky bus, connected to the free wifi and headed to my (old and) new home in Collingwood.

Last year I had such a great time at Sara&Lisa’s Airbnb, with Action, the dog, I just booked it again.

In a tiny side street in Collingwood, full of industrial warehouses and garages, their little Victorian has survived everything.

I arrived at 11pm and they had left the keys in the plants outside. Action greeted me frantically, I was afraid to wake up the girls.

It was late at night, but I had rested on the plane, and my body signaled: morning!

So I hopped under the shower and walked a few blocks up to Sircuit, one of my favorite Melbourne gay bars.

first thing I did: looking up in the sky, trying to find the Southern Cross. It took a moment, as I thought it would be hidden in the clouds… and I nearly fell for the ‘false cross’, but then I saw the Pointers, the two stars that guide you to the Cross… and I found it. I’m back.


Sircuit was still pretty busy, despite the late Sunday hour. Madonna was playing the moment I walked in. I was home!

I had a few Bitter to welcome me back to the state of Victoria, fell in love with a cute straight guy celebrating a friend’s birthday, and watched the drag queens do their thing.

Melbourne is in Madonna mood. The Queen should arrive any time now to rehearse for her special fan-only show, and it seems every bar in town has a Madonna night coming up.

I went to bed at 2am (pretty decent, no?) and managed to sleep through till 8 in the morning.

Quickly met Sara again before she headed to work, and I am now in Lemon, Middle & Orange, a nice café and restaurant just around the block.

It was here that I had my last coffee in Melbourne on February 14th, 2015, before driving up the coast to Sydney. Just a bit over a year ago!

I am overwhelmed.

It might be the jet lag, and the whole rush of flying 16000 kilometers. Boom! I am on the other side of the world, but somewhat at home.

The last days have seem me calculating my funds, thinking to buy a friend’s apartment in Brussels, and finally doing the adult thing and settling, somewhat, down.

And then I am here, on the other side of the world, in a weird bar, dancing, watching the drag show, meeting my friends from Melbourne, planning the week to see them all… and I just know: this is where I belong.

I don’t know how I’ll do it or when, but one day I’ll live in Melbourne.