Packing up your belongings and moving to a glitzy new city is the stuff dreams are made of.
Or maybe it’s just the opening scene of a bad midday movie, hard to tell really.
Last week I said goodbye to most of my furniture, a quarter of my shoes and a fairly sizable chunk of my soul as I packed up my Brisbane home, jumped in the car and set my GPS for the bright lights of Sydney.
The move itself turned out to be quite the crowd pleaser.
Every time I mentioned my new job location, a misty glow would suddenly sweep across people’s faces and suddenly their vocabulary would contain more buzzwords than a pyramid scheme seminar.
Words such as ‘adventure’, ‘excitement’ and ‘new beginnings’ were tossed around with wild abandon. Every time I brought up small issues that were troubling me, like the fact that I was technically homeless, they were brushed aside with a cheery chirp of ” but think of the adventure!”
Which is a ridiculous sentiment, when you think about it.
If history has taught us anything, it’s that adventures are generally plagued with hardship,despair and death.
In The Wizard of Oz Dorothy was forced to steal a dead woman’s shoes and travel along a questionably constructed road while plagued by flying monkeys.
Frodo wasn’t exactly sipping Mai Tai’s and checking out the scenery when he traveled to Mount Doom in The Lord Of The Rings .