Aug 7, 1.15am (Malaysian time)
The amount of stars I'm able to see through the window is ridiculously amazing. The main reason of my love for night flights. That and the sunrise. I can never explain my obsession over the sun and the sky. But they're so huge and distinct and hold no selfishness. What's not to love about them?
I'm hungry.
Aug 15, 12.31pm (Melbourne time)
En route home, to summer and reality.
I've come to accept that if my trip does not have an end, it won't be a trip, and it won't be as appreciated as it is right now. I like how it ended. Traveling to South Melbourne for a local market, up north for fish and chips, then down south again for the coast. Seeing the entire city reflect the golden sunset, the sun sinking beyond the horizon of the South Pacific Ocean. Winter fireworks lighting up the (very) cloudy night sky, with fine raindrops falling on my hoodie, and squeezing in packed Friday night trams back for a late dinner.
I remember the first time I saw the waters of the Pacific Ocean, my mom told me that this very sea can bring me to anywhere I want to go. Since then, I'll always feel a certain sense of excitement and awe when I stand facing that magical surface of salty liquid as if it's a magic carpet. I never understood why people would want to settle and remain on the same ground all their lives while they are free to go to anywhere they want. Maybe it's a blessing to be able to find satisfaction at where they are, but I can never get over how large the planet is, how small I am, and how much the world and its wonders have to offer. I'd pick different cities and worn sneakers over owning a car and being the boss of a bunch of working adults any day.
Till next time, Melbourne.
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