as if they were lovers. All but London were women - I'm straight, but like I described, London for me is definitely a guy.
And at the end of such a weird but perfectly-executed year, waiting patiently for me with her hair done and a bright smile, was Melbourne.
She is sunny, warm and delightful; maybe 32, looking 28.
She is tall, slim, and always impeccably dressed - often in that black wide-brimmed hat popularised several years ago.
She is cultured and intellectual, with an extensive knowledge of all kinds of music, from classical composers you never heard of to underground Situationist dance troupes you also have never heard of.
She loves Europe - maybe a little too much.
She is witty and well-spoken and every so often sarcastic with a smile.
She loves cocktails and gin and craft beer, although being honest, her taste in craft beer has some way to go yet.
And for historical reasons, she has a lot more money than Wellington.
I fly off to Thailand next week, and while it's not the end of our fling yet, I felt like marking a whole year in Melbourne - and another whole year in the Southern Hemisphere (it's a real place, summer starts in December, Christmas is in summer, that's totally okay, etc. etc.).
There'll be more of some kind of wanky retrospective in late March - autumn - when I really am leaving Melbourne, and finally heading back to the UK.
But for now, I say thank you kind lady, and I'm looking forward to another summer together.x