Melbourne.

Melbourne is an aesthetic dream.

Every few steps there's another café; a contemporary restaurant; a trendy shop; another gorgeous building.

It's a neverending bliss for the 'artsy' wannabe.

Coming from the well-developed yet minuscule city of Brisbane, walking along endless streets and seeing cafes spring up every few metres is a revelation in hip city culture.

On Little Collins Street, there are sooooo many bubble tea places that you’d need about a year to experience them all, a bottomless wallet and an unquenchable thirst. Not that I'm complaining, would be my dream job thanks.

And also very reasonable brunch prices I must say.

The real reason for this trip however, was the Cursed Child Play. And boy was it worth it.

I wish I could see it again. The literal magic on stage, the actors and captivating set are collectively masterpiece quality.

Although some say it's overdone: the storyline is full of plot holes and it doesn't do justice to the originals, I fell in love with it (like I do with any live performance of anything).

All in all, we had the best time with Ant.

It was our first time travelling somewhere together, alone without parents guiding us and holding our hands, so it was a very liberating and crazy adventure together.

See you soon Melb xx