Seeing as I wrote about the trip from Sydney to Melbourne, I feel it is appropriate to write about the trip from Melbourne to Sydney, though perhaps it is not. Perhaps my time is better spent elsewhere, but I don’t often spend my time well so this is what you’re getting for now.
Maybe it will turn out well. We’ll have to see and all that other stuff.
It was a start early in the morning. Not the earliest point in the morning, but still early. I woke up around some time between five and six, got ready, then said my farewells to my brothers and commenced my departure from Melbourne at around fifteen minutes past the hour of six.
Leaving Melbourne was quite straightforward. There were few turns; it was mostly driving North along a small amount of roads. Eventually I reached a place where I’d turn to head east which was soon followed by a turn that would lead to The Hume Highway, and thus the one road that would help me get home sooner rather than later in terms of driving along roads.
There were some stops along the way. Some were to take photos; others were to have a break. One in particular was to stock up on fuel, though there were two of those, though in this instance I am referring to one stop only as this stop led to a slight detour where I got to see some stuff that interested me. Also allowed me to stretch my legs for a bit.
The drive back was much more straightforward than the drive to Melbourne. Other than the one early on, there were no detours. That early one wasn’t major anyway. It may have added about fifteen minutes to the driving time, which ultimately meant very little.
Driving through fog on a highway was something I was familiar with, but perhaps not to the same sort of feeling, if that makes sense. There were some periods of fog and I hadn’t driven along The Hume in fog before. It seemed a little more simple than driving through the fog whilst going to The Blue Mountains. Not sure as to why I mentioned that.
But yes, there were stops and they were the main contributor to my getting back home at night. I had hoped I’d get back during the daytime, but frequent stopping and a fair bit of time not driving meant I got home later than I hoped. The stops were worth it though, and I got home before ten in the evening so it wasn’t too bad. I was beginning to feel tired toward the end, however.
Actually, I was feeling tired around the start too. Nothing bad coffee and sugar couldn’t resolve, thankfully.
Initially I’d planned to have breakfast in Albury, but taking my time meant I had to have breakfast before then. It wasn’t what I wanted, but I made did with what I could order and I hope to never eat at that food chain ever again. If I have to, it will be due to no other options available. But I digress.
On the drive back I thought about things, though none too important. I was still enjoying the landscape quite a bit, as once more I found the scenery to be fascinating. At the same time I find it rather unfortunate how much cleared land along The Hume Highway reigns supreme. I understand that some of it is necessary, but surely not all of the land being cleared is. Surely some of it can be returned to an idea of bushland.
Still, I can’t deny that I enjoyed the amount of space showing the shape of the land. I can’t deny that I liked seeing a lot of space due to how it allowed visibility of distance. That said, I’d prefer bushland.
The land stretched out for a while in all directions and the car was merely a small and temporary participant within the landscape. Still, perhaps its impact is far greater than I was considering at the time. It can be easy to not think about these things whilst in the moment, but of course it depends on a lot of things. I was mostly focused on getting home. I had work the following day and I needed to make sure I got home in one piece. I wanted to see my partner again. Of course the drive is not necessarily something to worry about; I handled it fine. Even when I was concerned about how awake I was, it was easy enough to pull over somewhere and walk around for a few minutes and wake up a bit. I also got home safe, which of course is a relief. I still worried a little, however. Perhaps it is due to a lack of confidence in my ability. Oh well.
The landscape was one in a state of prolonged stagnancy, but it was beautiful in its own way. It allowed time for reflection and thought, but that was also allowed by the act of driving itself, and my thoughts didn’t get too inward or deep, so perhaps it was a wasted opportunity.
Eventually I reached Sydney and, when somewhat-near home I took a wrong turn. I then missed two turns I could’ve taken to get home sooner and ended up adding roughly an extra thirty minutes to my trip. It might’ve been longer; I’m not sure, unfortunately. It could’ve been much worse of course, but I’d have preferred to have not done that, but I did.
I think that at this stage I’d do the drive again, just for the landscape. Perhaps I would also think more about myself and who I am and what it is that I do, but I’m not entirely sure. There’s a lot to see out there, but there also is a lot to think about.
A long drive can of course allow a lot, however, so really I could do both.
The time it took to write one thousand words: 20:01:96
Slightly faster than the previous one, but perhaps not fast enough.
Not sure what I was aiming for here. It feels a bit unfocused and indecisive.
Written at home.