My last day in Melbourne. In the courtyard, sitting on a milk crate and waiting for the steam cleaners, I find myself with a moment to reflect on the things I'll miss (apart from our friends, sob):
-the Readings sale table: never will I find gorgeous hard back cook books for $20 again
-Golden Days Radio: the perfect antidote to Victoria St traffic.
-Seven Seeds: coffee that tastes like dark caramel and girls with great tattoos.
-the ridiculous wattle bird who screeches at us in the mornings.
-the ability to ride my bike safely and non-sweatily.