Filed under: travel
I head over to Melbourne once a year or so, mainly to catch up with friends who have moved there, part of the Adelaide to Melbourne migration so common for twentysomethings.
This time was similar, but now I’ve reached the latter half of my twenties there’s a pleasant change. No more sleeping on matresses on the floor in the living room; suddenly everyone has space! I stayed with three people whilst there, two couples who’d bought houses and another friend with an apartment to themselves. Interestingly, everyone’s consolidated into the same part of Melbourne, after years of having people spread across the city. Hence I spent my time largely between Fitzroy and Flemington, and most significantly on Brunswick Street.
My only friend who lives elsewhere in Melbourne laments that she’s too corporate for Brunswick Street. She doesn’t have the right vintage clothes and arty attitude. It certainly sums up what Adelaideans move to Melbourne for. The laissez-faire bohemian vibe, festive feeling seven days a week, and bottomless range of food and funky wares.
It’s what a Melbourne holiday is all about.