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The First 48.

They say the first 48 hours of a homicide are the most critical. They set the scene for how the rest of the investigation will go. Clues and leads will lead to a positive (bad guy in jail) end. No clues, no leads usually leads to a bad (bad guy on the streets) ending.

And yes. You’re right. I’m about to assume my move to Melbourne is just like a homicide. (So classy, I know.) But you guys… the first 48 hours have been da bomb (wait, do people still use that term? Whatevs. I’m going to) DA BOMB I tell you! DA BOMB!

I have been blown away by the city of Melbourne, and more importantly its people.

In the last 48 hours I’ve had a girl at the airport offer me her email “just in case you ever need advice,” had the guy next to me on the plane offer me a guide, not to mention the emails that have poured in (thank you so much!), opened an Australian bank account, got an Australian phone number, met a couple with an incredible love story (and shhh don’t tell them but I secretly want to find a guy like him, and have a girl like her as my bff), eaten tacos from a taco truck that you can only find through twitter, laughed over wine with my new couple friend, got my hair did for an insane amount (A$70 just for a wash/blow dry - are you serious?), ate a delicious cajun, chicken, avocado panini and drank an insanely delicious coffee on Degraves street (it’s a famous street here), was whisked away on a tram to explore Melbourne with (she doesn’t know this yet) my new bff, dipped my toes into Melbourne’s Bay, went apartment hunting and met some interesting characters, filled my belly in Carlton with pasta (and then gelato), and found myself in bed each night absolutely exhausted, but so, so happy.

This city is beautiful. The weather is, well, sunny and warm and the sky seems to be a brighter blue than I’m used to. Each area here is unique and wonderful. And the people? well, let’s just say dear Maeg and dear Luke, your kindness and company these past two days will forever hold a special place in my heart. You’ve made this entire experience go from ohmygod-what-am-I-doing to best-decision-ever.  Thank you. So much. For everything.

If my year in Melbourne is anything like the past 48 hours, Little Blog, get ready, it’s going to be a good, good year.