I live in an outer suburb of Melbourne, Australia. I’m on my work lunch break (1hour) in one of my favourite cafes.
I work in a community bank situated in a small shopping centre. I have worked there for 13 years and I really enjoy seeing the familiar friendly faces, both shoppers and shopkeepers around the shopping centre.
No-one is rushing, everyone seems very relaxed, just going about their business.
I nod hello to customers I know, while I sit and eat my mediteranean focaccia roll. It’s very quiet, people speaking in soft tones to each other; a mix of all ages. An older couple leave the cafe holding hands; so sweet to see.
It’s time to go back to work, leave the comfort of the air-conditioned cafe to face the muggy humidity outside, a sticky 2 minute walk back to my workplace.
I feel very lucky to be living my life in Melbourne.