Goodbye Melbourne. It's been real.
The time has come for my relationship with Melbourne to come to an end. The Man has sent my arse to Canberra to work on some kind of Project.
This blog documents my intitial struggle with the finer points of the rainy city. I spent my first six months here wanting to do nothing but return to Adelaide. I suspect that this would have been the case in any city that was not Adelaide. This homesickness caused me to shove my head up my arse and refrain from making any kind of effort to reconcile with Melbourne.
It wasn't just about leaving Adelaide either. I had just spent an unbroken 24 years living with conservative protestants who were probably insured against bad breath. My household in Adelaide works like The Incredible Machine. Between the hours of 6am and 8am everything from shower usage to newspaper reading follows an unwritten, but still mechanical pattern. That's no accident, it was designed by people who get shit done.
Leaving this to share a house with Luke and Alfie was a much ruder shock than I had imagined. Questions like "What is that shit in the fridge and how old is it?" were posed quite frequently. I didn't leave my family to live like a fucken gypsy.
When Alfie left that place, some kind of routine emerged. This improved things somewhat, but after two weeks I could tell that my new job and new city were both going to disappoint me. A fast car with all leather cow interior and wrist bling made in Switzerland cannot correct such a fundamental level of unhappiness.
Things didn't improve much until I started looking forward to a new position where the people took me more seriously and a new house that wasn't a god forsaken concrete block in Kensington.
It was around this time that I became close friends with Erin. In the space of a few hours, she propelled herself into the top half a dozen most important people in my life.
From that point on everything was looking good. I'm only really looking forward to Canberra now to see how the place ticks, but when I'm done over there I'd be happy enough to move back here.
I'm still happy every time I go home to Adelaide, like tomorrow. I just don't feel like it's a security blanket anymore.
This blog documents my intitial struggle with the finer points of the rainy city. I spent my first six months here wanting to do nothing but return to Adelaide. I suspect that this would have been the case in any city that was not Adelaide. This homesickness caused me to shove my head up my arse and refrain from making any kind of effort to reconcile with Melbourne.
It wasn't just about leaving Adelaide either. I had just spent an unbroken 24 years living with conservative protestants who were probably insured against bad breath. My household in Adelaide works like The Incredible Machine. Between the hours of 6am and 8am everything from shower usage to newspaper reading follows an unwritten, but still mechanical pattern. That's no accident, it was designed by people who get shit done.
Leaving this to share a house with Luke and Alfie was a much ruder shock than I had imagined. Questions like "What is that shit in the fridge and how old is it?" were posed quite frequently. I didn't leave my family to live like a fucken gypsy.
When Alfie left that place, some kind of routine emerged. This improved things somewhat, but after two weeks I could tell that my new job and new city were both going to disappoint me. A fast car with all leather cow interior and wrist bling made in Switzerland cannot correct such a fundamental level of unhappiness.
Things didn't improve much until I started looking forward to a new position where the people took me more seriously and a new house that wasn't a god forsaken concrete block in Kensington.
It was around this time that I became close friends with Erin. In the space of a few hours, she propelled herself into the top half a dozen most important people in my life.
From that point on everything was looking good. I'm only really looking forward to Canberra now to see how the place ticks, but when I'm done over there I'd be happy enough to move back here.
I'm still happy every time I go home to Adelaide, like tomorrow. I just don't feel like it's a security blanket anymore.
posted by Mr Schrempp @ 6:50 pm
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