In a week or so I’ll be leaving my home of four years, to return to Melbourne. Its a strange time, and I find myself often contemplating the past four years. When we moved here from Melbourne I was very skeptical that any other city would be able to feel as much like a home as Melbourne did. I knew nothing really about Adelaide except it was a “city of churches”.
In retrospect this was fairly stupid, as it was the first time I’d relocated cities in my life and to expect a bad experience will only mean that you find the bad rather than the good. Instead I do feel like I live here, and am a little sad to go.
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