Think of all that money spent on psychotherapy...

When all I really needed was some retail-therapy! Who am I kidding? Was I really thinking that I was going to be able to go 7 months without a little retail-therapy? I barely went one month.

I've left my beloved New Zealand and am in the metropolis of Melbourne, Australia. It feels like such a long time since I've been in a big city, that the entire day I've spent perusing around Melbourne has felt like (what I can only imagine) I've come fresh off a 30 day silent meditation retreat. Slightly painful at first but then the mecca of city life courses back into your veins and feels like home. Ah, big smile. I've snaked in and out of stores, weaving in and out of pedestrian-sidewalk traffic, gathering hand fulls of clothing to try on and decide not to buy. I don't know if men understand this feeling but for most of us women, it's wonderful. Of course, the not buying is the difficult part but I keep reminding myself that I've only a tiny little pack that is already stuffed to the gills.
OK, I'm lying, I did buy a cute little summer frock BUT it is necessary. Not like water is necessary, more like coffee is necessary. I can justify this because I'm now in an uber-trendy city where I own nothing that is even remotely acceptable. Lem might be the only one who can understand this. Every woman and man walking down the street is stylishly dressed. Its London punk meets Like a Virgin Madonna, or maybe I'm being redundant. Not quite my style but nonetheless. Hairstyles are a bit wild as well, mainly on the men. I don't even remember seeing these dos in the 80's.
Anyhow. I am perked up again and ready to explore around this city. I've only 2 photos to share from today. As I was using the ladies room, I always enjoy amusing bathroom grafitti. These I have chosen to share. One is explicitly for Alisa, and the other just made me laugh.