So I have this trait that I haven't yet decided is a blessing or a curse. I listen in on the conversations that go on around me, completely by accident. I don't mean to do it, and I can't seem to switch it off. However, sometimes I like it - I end up hearing stories, tidbits from people that sticks with me for a long while
When we were flying home from Melbourne on Tuesday afternoon I heard the guy next to me chatting to the air hostess. The air hostess wanted to know whether the guy was in relation to a woman that she had known. It turned out he was, and it was his mother. She had passed away several months ago and he spoke softly of how she was missed. There was something in his voice, heartbreaking even to a complete stranger. The air hostess carried on down the aisle, and the man sipped his coffee quietly, clearly in thought. The tone of his voice ran through my mind for the rest of my flight. I pulled out my journal and scribbled words describing the situation and how it made me realise (for the thousandth time) how interesting and intricate the human character is. Everyone, the guy next to you on the bus, the man making your coffee, the lady you pass on the street; we all have a very long, significant story.
I decided that perhaps this may be one of the reasons I love traveling so much. I enjoy the anonymity in a new city. The fact that everyone you come across is new and has a very different story to the next. In Melbourne we used Uber frequently to get from place to place. Arky was often shocked by how blatant I was with the drivers, asking them "so, what else do you do?" Some were studying, others chefs at night, and one a stay at home dad. I just find myself so intrigued by new people, new places.
Anyway, besides eavesdropping and questioning Uber drivers, our short holiday in Melbourne was lovely. Filled with way too much good food, lovely company and a performance by The Australian Ballet! (Giselle, go see it!)
The photos above are a mix of Arky's and mine. I would like to publically apologise to Arky for constantly deciding to take my "big camera" out, only to make him carry it the entire day. You're a gem, i love you.