escort diary® of Kiara Edwards: We’re back baby
Coming back to Melbourne always feels like waking up in a familiar body again.
I spent the holiday period overseas in Asia, wrapped in humidity, salt air, warm nights that cling to your skin long after the sun disappears. The kind of heat that sinks into you slowly, damp and heavy, where everything glistens and time stretches. It was immersive and consuming, but I was excited to come home.
When I landed back in Australia, Melbourne welcomed me in its own way. Unapologetically hot. Over forty degrees on my first day back. A reminder of how unpredictable this city can be.
There is such a difference between humid heat and Melbourne heat. In Asia, the warmth hugs you. It settles. It is thick, almost sensual. You sweat, but it feels alive. In Melbourne, at over forty degrees with no humidity, the heat feels exposed. Clean. Brutal. Like stepping too close to a heater and suddenly wondering if your eyelashes have singed without you noticing.
That was the feeling as I walked outside. That split second of disbelief. That dry burn in the air. The sun pressing down without mercy. No moisture. No cushion. Just heat.
Coming home reset something in me. The structure. The rhythm. The anticipation. After weeks of movement and indulgence, I felt that familiar pull toward work again. Toward intimacy that is deliberate, focused, chosen.
I am excited to see my clients. To slip back into that space of connection and presence. To sit across from familiar faces. To feel the energy shift when the door closes and the outside world fades. There is something grounding about returning to work after time away. A quiet confidence. A sense of purpose settling back into place.
Melbourne weather, unpredictable as ever. Heat that arrives without warning. A body reacclimating. A mind already forward.
I am home. And I am ready.
