Standing on Peel St, Collingwood, I flag down a cab and jump in. My new steel-grey waistcoat is keeping me warm in the chill of the Melbourne night air. “To the Market please driver,” I ask from the back seat.
I look out the window and the traffic speeds along in the middle of the night. I’m feeling really alive. I feel truly single for the first time in my life. I smile as the traffic lights change and I watch partygoers stumble across the road.
I walk through the doors at the Market and see two random guys lining up shots. “Hey guys, wait for me, I’ll join you.” They happily obliged. We danced and chatted and for a while I kept alone and the night was mine.
I walked up Chapel St to hail a cab. I used to live in this block a few years ago and the memories are good ones and wonderful to walk among.
I keep Melbourne as a treasured piece, carefully wrapped in my heart. Its contents are precious to me. When I came out, I was discovering a new life in a city I didn’t know. Such a rich and sublime city to do that in. My friends in Melbourne saw me raw and exposed, hence we are so close today.
I wrap my arms around my dear friend over breakfast the next morning. I kiss his cheek as I order my coffee. I feel completely free. I get energy from my southern home.
On the flight back, my thoughts turn to my sons waiting at home. So beautiful and so dear to me — I’m so blessed.
Getting out of the cab on Darlinghurst Rd, back in the humid air, I cross paths with a handsome devil. I smile and wink at him, he makes eye contact and grins. I sigh happily.
I think I found another part of myself again in Melbourne. This time, it wasn’t about being in love with someone. It wasn’t even about scoring a meaningful overnight relationship — it was about spending time with me.
The most significant relationship is the one you have with yourself.
When you find someone to love the person who you love and are, it’s amazing. Until that day happens for me again, I’m happy being carefree for me.