It's gone a full circle. I've spent some time in Perth, done some nice things and now I'm back home again in Melbourne.
It was a great experience and one that I'll value for a long time to come. Although there were some things that did not go as I had hoped and I've ultimately come back to Melbourne because I believe that it suits me better (read: home), I do not regret taking that initial fantastic leap of faith that got me there. In fact, I might go as far as to say that I'd probably do it all again if given the chance.
So now, with my new appreciation for WA beer, I bid adieu to Perth in all it's glory.
The pristine beaches are incomparable to anywhere else in the world. The tropical weather and stunning sunshine; with mild winters to match. The gorgeous, loyal and genuine people. The fun places like Deville's and Hula-Bula. My old hood of East Vic Park and it's gangland shootings. The good times spent with dear peeps. The loving swing scene which took me in under their wing and kept me sane. The traffic-free roads and the ability to get almost anywhere in around 20mins by car. The appreciation of simple things in life and total lack of oh-so-cool-wankers.
And I thank Perth for teaching me:
- to be a little nicer and more polite
- to chill the fuck out and stop being so impatient
- to appreciate what I've got
- to do research and dig a little harder for stuff
- have realistic expectations of myself
- to be a better teacher ..dare I say professionalism?
- have more confidence in myself
But really when it comes down to it, and the same reason that I missed Melbourne so dearly, is because of the people. They shape my experiences, make it real and keep me connected. I love them. And now I miss them.
ps. This post is not meant to sound wanky, just what I'm thinking right now. Shall we blame it on all the Mogwai and Neko Case I've been listening to?