When I finished high school, I went to University in “the big smoke”, Newcastle. When I finished Uni, I got a job with BHP-IT and spent 4 years working there before moving on to working in Sydney and living on the central coast.
I’ve always had an odd regret of never going back to work in Newcastle after all of these years. I think part of that comes from the simple consideration that when we left Newcastle, I’d had some idea that in time we’d eventually move back to it. It was probably the first place I ever had any real affinity to.
Today though I learnt that sometimes you need to look at where you’ve been in order to know where you’re going. I started a couple of weeks consulting in Newcastle, and while I still love the city and have great memories of it, I realised that it’s no longer the sort of place I can live. It’s got nothing to do with what I’m currently doing in Newcastle or who I’m working with, etc. Sometimes the cliche, “it’s not you, it’s me” holds true.
It’s like I cut another string holding me onto my “old life”, and got another step closer to Melbourne – ironically by travelling in the opposite direction.
Dear Newcastle, it’s not you – it’s me.
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