Cavallino's where we always sit in the same corner, greeted by the same waitress, eat the same creamy gnocchi pasta. Then obligatory stop at Brunetti, a.k.a. dessert heaven, for a box of delicate mini cakes and tarts. On cloud nine. Too full to move.

• Hot stuffy summer

I arrived in the beginning of winter in 2013 and couldn't wait for Summer to arrive. Winter in Melbourne is damp, cold, and miserable. Summer, I found, was damp, stuffy and almost suffocating unbearable, as well. However, there were moments where everything was perfect. Like at the Convent, picnicking on the grassy mounds, with sangria in one hand, food in another. The Victoria Night Market, with sangria in one hand, food in another...

• Backyard

Similar to the summer story above, I loved our backyard in the warm weather. The summer barbecues in the backyard, with the new barbie we got for Christmas. Movie nights with a bed sheet screen and a projector, friends in camping chairs or on mattresses and pillows. Naps in the hammock under the fig then later the walnut tree. Rainbow lorikeets' morning visits to peck at our abundant fig supplies.

• Hipster coffee snobs