Last weekend I treated myself to a trip into the city to visit the National Gallery of Victoria … it was a spur of the moment thing to do, just because. I don’t know why I don’t do it more often, it’s just a short tram ride and even on the coldest, wettest and most miserable day of winter it was simply wonderful. Just the tonic I needed.
I wandered through gallery after gallery, up and down stairs exploring all the different levels, loving the quietness and calmness of it all and finished with a rich strong coffee sitting as close as I could by the fire in a nearby cafe.
I used to work in a very corporate job in a very corporate building right next to the NGV and it was my little escape when the day was getting on top of me, to take a lunch break wandering around the artwork. It was a nice reminder there was more to life than the database/deadline/drama of the 9 to 5 drudgery I was in.
It’s nice to have a little escape.