Lordy, a day when I have not posted anything and nothing scheduled for tomorrow. I must resort to what is already written but not finished. I can only think Kath must have been struggling a bit when I wrote this.
When I was younger, I thought when I stopped worked, I might live in somewhere like India or Thailand, where my money would go further and I could live a grand life style.
In later years, perhaps a place in Tasmania in summer where it is cooler, and a place in Queensland for winter, where it is warmer.
But you know, now, I could not leave Melbourne. I admire our friend V/Wombat who went to live and settled into a new life in Japan, but it is not for me.
For me to leave Melbourne would be cutting myself off from friends and family. Friends and family are problematic at times, as is Melbourne, but they are all parts of my life. I could no more cut my self off from family and friends than I could Melbourne.
Melbourne is a large city by western standards and quite sophisticated, but without snobbery. Ok, she is not up there with London, Paris or New York, but hey, the weather is better.
Melbourne is my perfectly fitting glove, a place I know well, and knowing a place well gives you a lot of confidence. I know her roads, her trains, her trams, her buses. I don't have to think much to use any of them. No one can ever know all aspects of their city, but I have a good handle on many of them. Melbourne speaks to me and I know her language. She is also part of my family's history, with our stamping grounds being from Brighton to Bentleigh, from Oakleigh to Richmond and from Camberwell to Kew.
It is my city and I love and hate her with equal passion.
Don't cry Kath. You'll be back one day. Enjoy your adventure while it lasts. Plenty of time for Melbourne in the future.