Perth.

I finally understand why everyone wants to leave it, and move to Melbourne. Ten nights there and I'm in love. It was a whirlwind romance. I was standoffish at first. "Oh, everybody loves Melbourne. You'll love Melbourne, Alyce, it's so you." I am, of course, a cynic. Especially when it comes to matters of the heart. But it won me over, and might even make me (gasp) commit. Correct, I have joined the ranks of early-twenty-something Perth kids who fantasise about spending their Saturday nights not having their very identities stolen at Amplifier (I want my fucking fingerprints back!), but skipping down lane ways and writing openly in notebooks in cafes without someone giving you a strange look or, horror of all horrors, looming over your slumped form and asking, "WHATCHA WRITING?"

I need affordable coffee.