When nostalgia hits you

  I recently got nostalgic. 

 As I'm between jobs I was asked to collect my highlights of the past 7 years. And there was this one break I had. It was a couple of months where I lived in a different place, a different space.

I got reminded this time. I'd call it transition time. From somebody, don't know what to want in life to somebody who is seeing options in every direction.

As I arrived in Melbourne I felt a lot of regrets.

Why am I here?
Why I am not back home working like all the others do?
What is the sense of this? What's my purpose?

I really lost sense. I was lost. There is a wording when you travel so much and so far away from the routine that you are "lost in travels". But I did not really travel yet. I was at the beginning of something new. I was afraid of the challenge and my ego talked me into a bad conscience, full of regret.

A good plan is no plan. But haha, tell that a german! Of course, I had a rough plan. Stay in Melbourne for a while and search for a job and "live" there, "feel local". The job situation was unsatisfactory. So I decided to live and discover the city. 

The architecture of Melbourne is beautiful. Big buildings, yellow taxis, coffee places at every corner. I felt a bit like I imagined New York used to be. Half an hour drive to the beach to the lovely district of St. Kilda. Loved it. Stayed there in the beginning and gained my first experience in a hostel. Man, that was crazy. Eight different people sleeping in one room. Ok. I did not really expect that but I did not know what to expect either. The first days have been blurry, like in a bubble. 

Like standing beside me. "Oh look, there the poster. A marathon in a couple of days here in Melbourne." One day later the email popped up on my screen "Congrats. You are now signed up for the Melbourne Marathon." The first 100 AUS$ well spent. Who cared if I was ready, trained, well prepared. I did not care. I took every challenge which came across my way. And of course, I failed. This fail was hard. Why? Because I was so close to the finish line. Only 2km left. But I collapsed, a black-out. Glad I found a trustworthy friend who picked me up from the care station.

Take challenges, fail and grow. #learnings

Job in sales. Brutally wasted time. Job at the victorias market. Brutally wasted time. Ok, forget this work. I took a break from work to work? Where is the sense? Let's enjoy life for a bit.

Melbourne.

Cafes. Food. Districts. Fitzroy. Chapel Street. St Kilda. CBD. Queen Victoria Market. China Town. University. Library. Street Art. Roof Tops. Coolness. Business. Trams. Bookstores.

Melbourne CBD

Fitzroy

I consider nostalgia a good thing. 

Helps to cope with moody days.

Travel alone and you never will be alone. #learnings

   The first time. I could really think about life. 

Because I was so far away from home. work. routine. duties. responsibilities. 

I could breathe, and so could my mind. 

These days are good for travelling in time, aren't they? Stay safe friends!