Farewell Sydney…Hello London!
Saying goodbye to Sydney is like saying goodbye to a beloved high school sweetheart. Over the years you’ve grown fond of each other and flirted with the fantasy of being together forever but shortly after graduation an older more distinguished gentleman captures your attention and just like that you lose your mind and your knickers.
Sydney is my soulmate and sure once he sorts his shit out in terms of property prices and more practical transport between Surry Hills and Bondi we’ll probably get hitched and live happily ever after in a terrace house on Bourke Street.
But right now I’m a hungry twenty something girl in search of something bigger and so in a quest to find it I quit my fabulous job in the lingerie biz at Maple HQ and bid farewell to my Bourke Street apartment.
Some people think I’ve gone mad and others have speculated that I’m moving back to Noosa to get pregnant and pick beans in a field somewhere *gasp* but the truth is gorgeous, I’m trading in my boyish beau, Sydney for an older, dapper gent.
So which big city will I be jetting off to next…
Next month, July 15 to be exact I’m moving to London! I’m trading in Bondi for Bond Street and I’ll be happy if I never see another waxed chest again!
Of course I’m shitting myself that I’ll get lost on the Tube and end up outside some sort of English prison or become so poor I’ll have to take up a part time job at a strip club in Covent Garden but as long as I’ve got you we can experience the good, bad and ugly of a new city together.
I’ve got a few goals between now and the time I board the plane to London…
Detox in Noosa, write more, eat less, kick this UTI, buy cranberry juice, get a tan, don’t get so drunk I enter the Topless Tuesday competition at Koala Bar and try not to sleep with anyone I went to school with. Should be a piece of English tea cake. We’ll see (wink, wink).
Here’s to a new city, new adventures and new lovers.
Goodbye for now sweet Sydney…
Hello Big Ben!