It’s gratifying to think that Melbourne is hosting the Melbourne Cup and a music event at the Sidney Myer Music Bowl. Those who attend such events will be delighted.
However, many have not seen a person outside the immediate family for several months, and the prospect of attending an event with ten thousand strangers may want to be offered cake when we have been starved of more basic food.
I do not long to attend major events, although I like that their staging suggests that we are on our way out of the isolation we have lived in and that Melbourne is washing away from her long sleep.
What I look forward to is being able to see my parents in their home and sit with them in the sunny family room and breastfeed cups of tea in our hands before we wander through the garden, which I hear has exploded in color since the coming of spring.
I look forward to strolling arm-in-arm with my daughter through actual stores where she can try on clothes properly instead of taking a chance and ordering it online. She has grown a lot during lockdown and is now much taller than me.
I look forward to going with my husband to the local restaurant where we have been patrons since before the children were born, where once one of the children’s vials with gold stains from Ballarat broke on the floor and the restaurateur was so kind.
You know the type of place where the restaurateur knows you by name and provides a glass gate, at the house, at the end of a meal.
I would like to sit in that restaurant and hold hands with my husband and not talk about the number of infections or deaths in Victoria, or whether we need booster shots, and if so, when it may be.