Last night I arrived home from dinner with a friend and after my usual ranty recap of my day my boyfriend said those four words no one wants to hear. "We need to talk."
My not exactly calm or balanced brain immediately leapt to the assumption that my lovely man was about to admit his ongoing infidelity or confront me news of my own indiscretions.
Let me take this moment to explain us a little. I moved to Melbourne from New Zealand in 2003. I left NZ as a naive little 21 year old, spent a few weeks in Sydney before realising that wasn't going to work out and came to Melbourne for what I thought would be somewhere between a few months and a few years. Almost ten years later Melbourne is definitely home. My boyfriend is a Melbourne boy through and through. Born somewhere central and spending his childhood growing up in the gritty streets of St Kilda he has travelled the world a bit but spent most of his life here in his beloved city. All of this making what he needed to talk about all the more shocking.
"I've been asked to apply for a position in Sydney."
What this really means is his boss wants him to transfer to a new job in Sydney, and it's probably going to happen. And soon.
I love Melbourne. I have travelled a lot since moving here and know that this is the best place in the world. Melbourne has been so kind to me. It has made my life change from mundane to amazing. It is the biggest small town I've ever been to. Bumping in to someone you know isn't uncommon and every reunion is a happy one. And now after almost ten years of calling Melbourne home I might be moving to Sydney. Sydney. When I think of Sydney I think boring. Lots of young pretty things tottering about in their 'fabulous' dresses on their way to the next event that gives them some overinflated sense of importance. No grit. No bars. Everyone just looking for something more interesting than they thing they're currently doing or the person they've been stuck talking to. Lonely. Dull. And in spite of all that I might be moving there.
I'll keep you posted. Fuck.
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