Sometimes when I need something playing in the background, I'll hop into a 24/7 Anthony Bourdain Twitch channel. I watched his Azores episode, and when he comments along the lines of "luckily, this food is so good that I won't be going back to my lonely hotel room to hang myself in the shower"... oof. I physically flinched and my stomach just sort of dropped. That one still hurts.

I took a break and then came back to a Melbourne episode. Interesting how I can occasionally feel such strong pangs of homesickness for a place I only lived in for 4 years and admittedly did not explore to its full capacity. But seeing the familiar architecture of the city and its neighbourhoods, and particularly the footage of Queen Victoria Market - where I went for groceries weekly for two years - gives me a kind of ache I don't feel for anywhere else except Vancouver.