1. I return in halves. Here I am, on the plane- scribbling away in a melbourne uni pamphlet (it was open day on sunday). my moleskin is in my haversack that’s been stashed away in the compartment above me. For a brief second, I feel like I’m where I ought to be: cramped there in my seat with a cool/black grocery bag beneath me, the movie-in-demand playing, my pen. It’s only in Melbourne where I always have to return with weird things like pots and pans (don’t ask). I have dumpling skins from the asian grocers (1kg heavy), a plastic bag full of figs, half-a-wheel of brie and a few melbuni bags I stole when I sneaked in during openday.

2. I’ve discovered that my hair gets moist whenever I walk into and through spots and spaces that’s been left to dry from the rain. The water makes the air wet: especially (more so) if you walk around the grounds and sit on wet grass/ concrete blocks in three, four degrees during winter. I leave when the tip of my nose turns red + cold + stiff. There’s always a peverse sense of joy/delight when you are out in the cold with your slippers. I always like walking in slippers. I think I rarely take care of my feet. On the last day, I bought a blank greeting card with a pair of slippers on the front cover. It’s bizarre when I think of this now, + it’s pretty cool to be able to take happiness home as a momento in the form of a $1dollar greeting card from lygon.

3. I’ve come to realise it’s not so much the food (vyummy of course!) but the company you bring to cafes with. There are favourite cafecompany like: YS, Eddie, Krystin + Penny, N, KS, Jen, FH!! Conversations with them make eggs bennedict, and swirlythings in coffee/hotchocolate even yummier. Sashimi. And chirozo sausages. ohdear.

4. I wish growingup need not always mean we have to be intensely serious allthetime and buy into shares and houses. My good friends in M have taught me all about investment and shares and I’ve learnt how they are securing their future by placing money in good places + being business savvy. Many a times I get lost in these conversations. I’m happy to see them doing well, superbly proud of their achievements, but I always return fm the conversations feeling slightly depressed + wondering what I have done & secured in my lifetime that will be worth showing off/ passing down to my kids in terms of financial stability, good future and so on. Deb says we don’t all have to be serious allthetime (as there’s a time for everything). And so, upon reflection, I think we’re doing pretty well in this growing up business. She has an ikea zoo while I have a yellow simpsons toothbrush as my prized possession.

5. Karl Marx. And Writings and Feminism and Cinema. When I was not frustrated with my readings, I went to Carlton Video Dogs and rented movies in the pretext of doing work. Years later, I realise that I can never tire from the feeling of walking into schoolgrounds and smelling the books from ballieu + sitting outside ugradA/B to stare into Rowdenwhite. It was here where I carved dreams + decided life was meant to be lived. Living includes simple things: like watching autumn leaves fall and swimminginseas. And learning to be grateful for things that come our way + spontaneous occurances.