Getting the Hang of It

So I've been in kangaroo land for three full days now and am slowly but surely getting the hang of things around here. All the people that I've talked to or asked for help have been very friendly and willing to help me. I truly haven't met a rude person yet. I also feel very comfortable and welcome here no matter how I look, dress, or speak. It seems most of the young people in my age group have tattoos, piercings, crazy hair, etc and it is generally accepted from what I've seen, and this is oddly comforting to me. I'm used to feeling judged or looked down upon back home for my tattoos and nosering, but here it's the norm. The people here have also inspired me to start dressing how I wish I had the confidence to at home.

I have slowly become an expert in the art of tram riding and the Myki card. A Myki card is comparable to train pass here. You put money on it and scan it to get on the tram then scan it once again to get off (if you don't, you get fined double). It was somewhat confusing at first for a girl who lived her whole life in a county with no stop lights let alone public transportation. 

As I have concluded from previous trips to cities, they make me very skittish at first, but I slowly become more comfortable and never want to leave. This has quickly become the case in Melbourne as well. I love it in the city. All the people and places that you find while walking like treasures buried in the sand. Although I am very shy and get anxious speaking to new people, I really enjoy being around a lot of people without having to converse with them. I know that this should negate my anxiety, but it actually helps it. Being around people in the city fulfills my want to leave my house and do things, while still being by myself. I may not be able to convey what I mean in a way that makes sense to you but it makes sense perfectly to me. 

Oh, and yesterday I came across the cutest little cafe called "Brother Alec's" that very quickly stole my heart. The people there were the sweetest and helped me count out my money, explaining to me what all the coins meant. I believe that I left a bit of my heart there with them.