"So you've been stuck up here since June?", a random bloke sitting on the bench outside the Station Hotel said to me earlier this week. "Not so much STUCK", I replied, adding that "I've really been enjoying my time in Lismore". After we exchanged a few pleasantries, I continued on my way home to Pat … Continue reading Two Homes
Tag: Surry Hills
With the exception of four years in Brisbane, I spent the first thirty years of my life in the country: Lismore, Bourke, Renmark and Wagga. When my career brought me to Sydney, I was really excited.
As I knew I didn’t want to live too far from work, I drew a “walking circle” (old style protractor) around Ultimo, that reached out to Glebe and Pyrmont, but I quickly settled on an apartment in Surry Hills. And even though I’m a country boy at heart, Surry Hills has pretty much become “home”.
There's been a massive amount of leaves on my balcony every day, since arriving home from Lismore. There are some beautiful trees outside my apartment. For half the year they give me great pleasure, and for half the year they don't, as they're without leaves. It's become a daily task to sweep up the leaves. … Continue reading Ch-ch-ch-anges
It's been driving me crazy for weeks. There's a laneway near home, which I walk through at least twice a day, where there's a problem with litter. Every morning there's at least ten or twenty paper cups from what I suspected was a nearby restaurant left on the ground. This morning I decided I would … Continue reading Don’t Be A Tosser