Carlton MemoryPhotographed with Nikon z30
Studying alone in Australia has shaped how I understand solitude. Over six years abroad alone— two of them in Melbourne — I’ve learned to find comfort in being with myself. Walking became my way to ease emotions, and my steps often led me to Carlton Gardens. It slowly became my “tree hole,” a place that listens without judgment. Whether I’m happy or sad, I return to its paths, where sunlight and memories quietly overlap. The blur of time, the layering of emotions, and the traces of who I was. Each corner in Carlton garden reflects moments that have shaped me, I turning the garden into a visual diary of solitude, reflection, and inner peace.
And so, once again, I found myself returning to this place…