This coming weekend will mark six months since I moved from the Sutherland Shire to the Central Coast. Six months since I gave up all things familiar to move someplace I’d visited only once before. Six months since I left all the friends I’ve made in the last eleven years to move to place where I know no one.
So what has it been like?
Work has been great. I can’t complain. In that sense, I’ve made the best decision. I love my team and I think they are the most awesome people who make going to work each day enjoyable. Being back in mental health and helping teenagers is giving me meaning again. I love the job. I love what I do.
The move to the Central Coast?
I enjoy the laid back lifestyle and how the beaches are plentiful. I like that I am a five minute drive to a beach and if I wanted to drive further, I’d have other beaches easily available. I like being surrounded by trees, mountains and beaches. Nature. Everywhere. I love that it takes me twenty minutes to get to work and that I have lost most of my road rage. I like that the cats have a backyard to explore and enjoy. I like there are hipster places and laid back people.
I’m still trying to meet people, of course. There are some lovely women I’ve met through some Meetup groups including my book club. Some girls at the gym are friendly. But I know it will take time. Meanwhile, I’m still trying to explore. To find things like yoga classes. To find more ethnic food. And I wish places like cafes or libraries were open late.
So it’s still a work in progress.
I miss home. I miss the Shire. I miss the beautiful south. I miss the proximity to the South Coast. I miss my beautiful two-bedroom unit with its red-brick exterior. I miss seeing the cats staring at me from the first floor window as I drive in to the garage. I miss the north-facing balcony where the sun shines during the day. I miss driving to Wanda beach, fifteen minutes away. I miss walking along those side streets and watching the Georges River. I miss driving along Tom Ugly’s bridge and knowing I’m coming home. I miss it so much that the last time I passed through the Shire to head to the south coast, I cried. I felt my heart actually ache with longing. I didn’t know a place could do that to a person.
I don’t miss Sydney in general. That much I safely know. I don’t miss the traffic, the crazy drivers, the traffic, the busyness. I can visit it and then I’m happy to get back on the freeway or on the train up to the coast.
But my heart?
It still remains in the Shire.
The place I called home for seven years. The place that felt like home twelve years ago.
Until next time,