Before I get started, here’s an appropriately titled song. it just so happens to be one that I love.
As The Title Says…
I’m going home.
It’s weird when I think about it actually, given that I’m currently in Melbourne, and I view this as my home so to speak, but I’m going home home, as in to where Mum is, to where I grew up.
Life always takes interesting turns, often ones that we’re not expecting. A little over two years ago, when a relationship I was in was dealt the final blow, I had to move. I was living with friends, in a big house that, though old and falling apart, I was quite fond of.
I moved into a one bedroom apartment in St Kilda East. It was a big move for me, as I’d never lived alone before. The move cost me just about every cent I had to my name as I had to buy an apartment of goods, cutlery, pots and pans, the works.
Unfortunately this area was hard to get in and out of, and though I worked only 10km away, it still took an hour to get to work. I had to get a tram, train, and another tram, this meant over 60 minutes of commuting on a good day. It was horrible, I hated life. If I went to see my friends it took forever to see get anywhere, and much the same if they came to see me. That said, I fell out of contact with many of them at the time due to the break up.
They were lonely times.
I missed my friends, I missed people, living alone was not for me. And up until this point I had lived with one of my best friends for about five years.
So after a year of living alone it was time to move. I knew I needed to get out but I didn’t know to where, or how. I hit up my mate as he was looking for a place again, and just like that, we were then looking for somewhere to live together.
We picked up a great apartment in Carlton on Grattan Street. It was fun living with a good friend again, we got to eat heaps of good food and drink a great deal of wine. Things were good.
So why are we going our separate ways?
When we moved in, I knew it’d probably be the last time I would live with a friend. I also knew after having lived with various people, and alone, that I wouldn’t really live with anyone else, as we get along, both cook, and clean, the things people like to say they do but don’t.
He’d been seeing a girl for a little over six months at the time, so too soon to move in with her, but still something for the future, it would be his next move.
I knew I wanted to go and see the world, move overseas for a while, at least I think that’s what I want to do, and have a job that allows me to do that while taking my work with me, so with no hesitation I said
when you guys want to get a place, just go for it, so long as you keep me in the loop which I know you will anyway. Don’t worry about me, I’ll sort myself out.
Having moved at least once per year for the last eight or nine years, I know that it’s usually a terrible experience of cleaning, packing, sorting, lifting boxes, and spending money.
My plan was to let them do what they needed to, as I imagine looking for a place with ones spouse makes for possibly stressful times, I would move home, taking what I owned with me and putting it into storage whilst living with Mum. Then when the time is right, or at least adequate, I can go overseas without needing care for an apartment full of belongings, draining me of $1100 rent per month, and can come back when is suitable. If, in the meantime, I can no longer stand Bendigo, then I can look for a room in a sharehouse, hopefully furnished, and live there for a few months. I may even consider this on returning from overseas.
Our lease was up on December 15th, so I called Mum, who is always telling me I can come back whenever I want and is most likely quite excited at the prospect, to ask if it’d be OK, and gave some rough dates. And at around the same time my mate starts to look for suitable accommodation for him and his girlfriend.
Though I wasn’t looking for the dream to end faster than necessary, I asked if we could expedite the process a little because there’s just so much happening this year.
They were approved for an apartment on the 2nd or 3rd of January, and that’s that.
I’m moving next weekend, on the 19th January, but on the weekends after that I have a weekend off, then a bucks party, then a gig, then a wedding, and a few days after that, I have a trip to Thailand for a week, and four days after getting back, Soundwave, a music festival, is on.
I Don’t Want to Go
I love Melbourne, honest to god I love this place, I think it’s so great, particularly in summer. And perhaps it’s a consequence of moving and wanting to squeeze in what I can while I can, but my social life is pretty great right now too, spare time is hard to come by.
But I Hate Winter
That said, I loathe winter, particularly, I really don’t enjoy Melbourne winter, I need to not be here for it. It’s just so… wet. Not even necessarily super cold, just wet and miserable.
But it’s not all bad, the city looks amazing in the early morning, notably so after rain. It’s empty, quiet, café owners are hustling to start their day before the commuter rush, there are various trucks getting around, but importantly the ground is wet and the lights reflect on all the wet surfaces. It’s really pretty and a nice experience.
So I suppose I’ll be back in Bendigo for six weeks, which I might add gets colder than Melbourne, and then I want to go to Asia. My initial plan was to go to Hong Kong for, well, a while, but now it’s just to dodge winter. That said, I’m still looking to start in Hong Kong and will take it from there.
It’ll be the biggest life shake up I’ve had in quite some time, possibly ever, it’s extremely exciting and a little scary at the same time, even though I know I can come back whenever, but I think it will do me a world of good.