In September 2023, I achieved a long-held dream: I quit my job, packed up my life in Sydney and moved to Hobart with my partner and my three-year-old daughter.
Soon though, the pros started to outweigh the cons. Sydney was so bloody expensive, I’d been in the same job six years and needed a change, the rent for our tiny apartment was increasing, and we wanted to give our daughter the most wholesome childhood we could. You know, like an actual garden to run around instead of just concrete.
On paper, it was an overwhelmingly good idea – we’d have a house, a yard, and fresh air. I’m a realist, but I didn’t go into the move with my usual sensible reservations. I was so ready for the change that I skipped off that plane thinking my new life would be better than my old one on all fronts.
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I always knew I’d miss my friends, who were a huge part of my life. But after the move I made trips to Sydney and a couple of mates visited Hobart, plus I am the undisputed queen of the hour-long voice note, so the absence of friends wasn’t keenly felt.
Until I unpacked a box and it led to a meltdown so powerful it was worthy of permanent display at MONA.