I went back to Melbourne a week and a half ago.  I was worried that I wouldn’t like it as much.  I was worried that things would have changed, that people would have changed.  But, somehow it still felt the same.  I still felt the same exhilaration and relief when I stepped off of the plane.  I still felt the stress flow out of my body.  Some of the people had changed or moved. Some of the buildings had changed.  Some of the restaurants were different.  In the end, I still love Melbourne.

It’s an intangible feeling.  A feeling you only get when you feel like you’ve finally found a home.  Do other people feel this way about Melbourne?  Do other people see what it is?  Eight months in San Francisco, and I thought I lost something.  But I hadn’t, it was just dormant until I found my way back.

I found a replacement finally.  She’s not so much a replacement as someone unique and refreshing in her own way.  I love that about her.  We have differences, but I appreciate those differences.  I think she really understands me… she understands what makes me tick.  I can be happy with her… and she makes me feel happy too.  What happens when my desire for home and my desire for companionship are at odds with each other?  I don’t know… but I will find out soon.