I have officially been in Melbourne for a week and 50 minutes (and counting).

What is there to say?

Well I'm homesick, despite the meager possessions I have managed to bring along to make my new home feel like home, my heart is still 3000 km back in its real home, Perth. The excitement of being in Melbourne has definitely been replaced in feeling alone, cold and scared.

Even my body is missing Perth. I've caught a cold but that's normal according to Marcus who said everyone he knew including himself who moved from Perth to Melbourne got sick. He said consider it as part of the ritual of becoming a Melbournian or Melbournese as my friend Grace prefers.

My skin is hating Melbourne too. I haven't had a zit yet but my skin has exploded with a bajillion blackheads, it quite disgusting. I think I may need to buy biore shares or something. I'm masking like crazy in hopes that I don't actually break out looking like some high school pizza faced kid. For the record I was never that pizza faced kid in high school.

There have been times I've burst into tears missing home badly but a thoughtful word here and there from friends in Perth especially Grace have given me resolve to try to make it in Melbourne. My dad has gruffly told me I can always go back home. And no matter how desperately I want to go back home back to where I know more than 5 people and know the streets, the smells, the beautiful weather.. I have to try to give Melbourne a go. I need to try and find that thing that made me fall in love with this city the first time I visited it oh so many years ago.

I told myself I needed change. Well here it is in Melbourne. I really need to give this a real go.