Wondering about Wanderlust

It has been a while [though I doubt I've been missed] and it's kinda fitting that my first post in months, is coming to you from Melbourne.
I've got itchy feet you see...a wandering eye, a need for change, I'm plagued by a sense of familiarity.
Yeah, it's easy to romanticise about a place you visit for a brief amount of time, but this used to be home for me.
While Melbourne is growing at a rate that's set to overtake Sydney within the next 30 years, it's managing to retain its intimate, personable charm...and I think I want to live here again.
This visit I've been smitten by different things. Unusually, I've spent the majority of my time in the city, even opting to stay in a hotel despite the various friends who offer a bed every visit.
My weekend started with a drink at the uber cool Sweatshop followed by an outstanding dinner upstairs at Seamstress. I was treated to lunch at the always good Italy1 on Tuesday, and I write to you from the ever comfortable Sister Bellas [although, the staff seem to have taken a massive dose of 'I don't give a fuck']
No visit would be complete without a visit to my favourite cafe ever which was complete with 4 fixies parked out the front and exceptionally good looking staff [oh yeah, the coffee was excellent as always]
The only visit to another area involved waiting for twenty minutes for a table at Three Bags Full in Abbotsford...and it was worth it.
The other thing I've noticed this visit, is the growing amount of cyclists. It's no secret that I gush over men on fixies [single speeds are acceptable too] but cycling in general is growing here, and that got me a bit excited.
While an overseas trip is being planned for later this year [NYC, San Francisco, Abu Dhabi, Lebanon] I'm thinking that upon my return, a move to Melbourne may be on the cards...after all, I'm single and free and can think of no better Australian city to call home.