We recently got back from Melbourne, to whence we escaped the day after my one and only exam. I’m fond of that city: it’s the only place besides New Zealand I’ve ever been, and it has always surprised me by how familiar it seems.
For someone who has travelled very little, the rhetoric surrounding travel seems to most greatly stress the differences, to characterise it as a thrilling leap into a deep, chilling plunge pool. Melbourne doesn’t feel like that. Perhaps other places will.