There is a famous running track in Melbourne called the Tan. I’m not sure why, but I always thought it was because it’s covered in tanbark (that could be the reason, who knows. If I wasn’t in the air I would Google it and just tell you the actual reason. But I am in the air, and therefore have no internet.) From memory it’s about 5km around. I have never run it, because as I’ve mentioned several times in the past, I wasn’t a runner until after we moved to London.
Mr. Neon is super excited about running the Tan together, but I’m not sure I am. I just don’t have that relationship with Melbourne. But, I have changed, and no doubt Melbourne has changed, and we will have to renegotiate our relationship anyway, so I may as well run on the Tan.
I think this really embodies my whole idea of this trip. It’s been three years since we left and I’ve no doubt everything has changed, and people have changed. That’s not to say I’m not looking forward to the time in Melbourne, I am. I am just apprehensive about it.
Mr. Neon and the Neon Toddler at Heathrow
Neon Anonymous 