City life. Some of us love a lot of the things that come along with being in the city.
Iโm one of those city-loving folk in Melbourne. Whenever I have a free day, I usually head down to the city and see whatโs going on there.

We love living in cities because everything is literally at the tip of our fingers here. Shops and restaurants are just around the corner in Melbourne: Nike shoes to Nintendo games, Hong Kong yum cha to Spanish paella. Convenient, and variety is never dull.
We love cities because itโs easy to get around, and we feel like weโre going places. At least in Melbourne: Hop on the tram or train to get to the other end of the city. If not, walking is always an option and itโs good exercise.
If we look hard enough, weโll find hidden museums behind the doors of heritage buildings. Thereโs every chance weโll stumble upon a bit of old architecture nestled in between larger than life skyscrapers โ Melbourneโs Chinatown squeezed right in between two mega-mall streets. How can we not love cities for the capsules of time and culture that they often are.
Maybe why I love cities has something to do with being Asian. Growing up in Malaysia, my parents and I lived the average middle-class Malaysian life in a suburban townhouse: putting up with water rationing in the hot months of the year; everything from shops to parks was a half hour drive away. Lifestyle and geographic hassles aside, rent was cheap. Maybe the โmodern, white and cleanโ city life is a comfortable step up from the places that weโre from, for some Asians.
With cities come shopping malls, the temptation to spend. Sometimes having the latest things in fashion, or a swanky apartment down town, adds to the โface-thingโ for Asians, all the more reason to live in the city. Thereโs also not forgetting many Asians are competitive, so perhaps the city hustle and bustle suits their lifestyles. What I see in Melbourne always inspires me to write and be a better writer.
Walking down the city streets of Melbourne on a recent Saturday afternoon, strangers brushed against my shoulder โ the city was packed with people. Out of the corner of my eye, I sensed someone looking at me. Turning to my right, a hippie-homeless-looking, long white-haired old man who was an arm’s length away grinned at me. Clutching my sling bag a little tighter, I looked away and kept walking with the crowd.
The pedestrian traffic light flashed red ahead. I slowed to a stop and so did the rest around me. The hippie-looking man โ probably high on something โ was still lingering around, turning his head left and right โ and smiling at everyone straight in the eyes. And they smiled back. Or turned away in amusement. Then he caught me looking at him and grinned again.
This time I didnโt reach for my bag. I smiled back. Maybe he means well. Itโs ironic since I was brought up in high-crime-rate Malaysia not to look at strangers for fear of getting their unwanted attention, let alone smile at them.
When weโre in the city so often and surrounded by so many strangers, we learn to trust and not judge: we let the homeless be on the streets, though we might step slightly away from them. We let walking drunks stumbling out of clubs be and though they might scare us when they lurch towards us, we walk on in the city.
The city. A place where we can feel ever so part of a crowd, and a place where we can feel so alone when weโre part of a crowd. Being part of the nightlife and queuing up for sales with people weโve never met in the city, we feel part of something bigger. But when we stop and look at those around us, we feel small, think about where weโre from and….think about them. Maybe the hippie-looking man just wanted to make someone happy.
Sure, Melbourne comes with pollution. Traffic. Noise. Stress. Things most of us donโt like about cities. But the peculiar people here are enough for me to put up with this city. We love cities because we live in this โglorious madness…(of an) invigorating communityโ. A community where we learn to see the worst in others โ and the best in others too.
A community where we feel alive. Especially when we least expect it.
Do you like living and/or being in the city?

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