There are two things that people said to me in the lead up to my move to Melbourne.
One was about how miserable the weather was in Melbourne. Although followed by a large amount of eye-rolling from myself, it was probably to be expected as Melbourne’s ‘four seasons in one day weather’ is a bit of a National joke. But hardly a reason to throw my hands up in the air with resignation and stay in Perth for the rest of my life.
The other was ‘I hope you find what you are looking for’.
Why do I have to be looking for something to warrant moving from one side of the country to the other? Is it other people’s way of validating what I’m doing in their own minds? Are they fulfilled enough that they don’t need to make these kinds of crazy decisions? Or do they just never have these ‘delusions of grandeur’ and simply can’t understand why anyone would want to do such a thing?
I’m not sure, but I’m here to tell you that I am not looking for anything. I just know there are other places in the world, and other things to see and experience and Perth doesn’t hold my attention anymore. I don’t see anything wrong with wanting to move to a city that fulfils my creative side. I have the right to feel alive and excited. I could keep spending thousands of dollars constantly travelling to other places in the world to find awesome galleries and mad exhibitions, exciting new bands and big acts that never make it to the west, creative enclaves, and other cool places. But there’s a place a bit closer to Perth and it’s called Melbourne. And to me, it was just a practicality to move here.
Anyway, despite the threat of crappy weather and well knowing that I’ll forever having to be carrying a jacket with me, I’m here now and I have important things to worry about, like choosing a football team (apparently I could be de-friended for choosing the wrong one) and saying togs and cantaloupe.
Now that I think about it, I do need to find something…where to get good cantaloupe.