I never thought I would actually get there. I always thought that going home was for other people.
But my time has come.
In exactly seven days I will be pulling my car up in front of a Victorian terrace house in the gorgeous suburb of Richmond, Melbourne. Inside my car will be a dog, a cat and a 12 year old girl, as well as me. I will be holding her hand as we make our way up the path, and fling open the door to a long hallway and three tight bedrooms, a welcoming living room and the ubiquitous Melbourne courtyard. We will have driven for the better part of a day to reach this place, and all four of us will sigh with relief.
So, for the next few days I say goodbye to Sydney. I savour her hills and her humidity. I smile wryly at her brashness and her oily harbour. I visit beaches and walk in flip-flops.
Humour me while I say goodbye, and prepare for coming home.
Lisa Jewell
Oh Darling,
I can feel the excitement mixed with the emotion of letting go, but I’ve no doubt you’ll be visiting your Sydney.
I can’t tell you how delirious I am…. knowing you’ll be right here in Melbourne :) it is going to be super duper fun, so much to share and show you and your girl oh and cat and dog LOL
Love you xoxoxo
anya
Oh, oh, oh! I am only now, after weeks and months of turmoil, starting to allow myself to believe that this is really happening. The house up here is a rattly, echoing space, filled with over 50 boxes of crap. I pack and pack and pack and throw and throw and throw!
Martinis all round, I say. In a week or so, once settled! Much love to you Lovely Lisa.