Just meandered into thinking about how attached I've grown to this great, flat city. I know people from Mandurah (inclusive) to Brighton (inclusive), from Fremantle (inclusive) to Chidlow (hi, Greg & Linda!), a span of about 120km x 60km.
Drop me anywhere in the city & I wouldn’t be more than about 15 minutes’ walk from the home of someone I know. Greenwood? Kardinya? Rockingham? Claremont? Armadale? Guildford? Bickley? Bullsbrook? Wanneroo? Whitfords? All covered, & more besides.
OK, so what kinds of people?
8 weeks to 88 years (inclusive). Men, women, children. Married, single, unsure. Hard workers & slackers. Techies, sportsmen, beauty queens (hi, Mon!), salesmen, drivers, teachers, nurses, doctors, shrinks, musicians, ambulance drivers (hi, Greville & Allana!), photographers, vets, well... the list goes on.
In have “pet” shops for everything under the sun, many of them quite conveniently located. I can get advice on everything from building or flying aircraft (hi, Kyle!) to downsizing one’s life or starting an organic farm (with solar panels & a wind turbine). From “mundane” stuff like running a household (hi, Kimberley!) to advanced crystal physics.
Well, if I want to have the hope of my kids ever getting to see me again, it looks like I’ll be moving back to Tasmania.
Now, don’t take this the wrong way, as Tas is an excellent place, with stunning countryside & some magnificent people — & this time the move will be at least a little bit planned.
However, the north-west (while splendid in its own right) doesn’t exactly have a burgeoning computer industry, which is my work. This time, I suspect that I’ll be near a decently-sized town or two, but that still doesn’t cut it.
The south-west... well, unless you’re Edmund Hillary, you probably don’t want to know about it.
Perhaps while I’m over east, I can dredge up some writing work by visiting people in person?