When people ask me why I went to Melbourne, a lot of my answer revolves around the meeting of fellow bloggers, shopping, exploring and all of the above.
But a strong part of my answer is simply 'Just because'.
I went to sleep in my hotel room after a long and wonderful day in Melbourne, with the idea that I would wake up bright and early the next morning, and go exploring through the city streets, meeting people along the way, perhaps taking their portrait. I fell asleep to my own anticipation.
While I woke up early, I did not wake to the sound of my alarm but rather to the soft pitter patter of rain upon my window. The sky was a foggy grey and the walls of the buildings outside were a shade darker than usual. I thought for a moment before turning to my phone, switching off the alarm and rolling over in my thick sheets for another hour of sleep. Why? Just because.
When I did awake, I took my time; the city wasn't going anywhere. I showered, I dressed and I sat on the bed looking out the window wondering what I should do. It was then, I realised I didn't have to do anything at all except for whatever I wanted.
It's a rare thing knowing that there is nothing you have to do at a particular moment. I had a plane to catch in 8 hours sure but between then and the moment I was in, I had no responsibilities and no urgencies. I could feel time ticking a little slower than usual.
So, just because I could, I sat. Not in a lazy, just-come-home-from-work slouch, but in a more purposeful kind of poise (if that kind of seating position exists). I just sat there, for maybe an hour, just by the hotel window, watching people walk by, reading my book, editing photos and soaking in the cool light that flooded the room.
I could have been visiting museums, or book stores, or coffee shops but I was in no rush, none at all, and so I sat, just because I could.