Today's my last day in Canberra for the foreseeable future. I'm not sure whether I'll miss it, the city provokes such a love-hate relationship within me that is quite common. Canberra is an unusual city, planned from the outset, and populated largely by government employees and students. It makes for a very transient population. In fact, this is the fifth time I have lived in the city in 25 years.
In one sense, I love Canberra, its clean streets, brutalist architecture and sunny winters set it apart from almost everywhere in the world. At the same time, the clean streets can feel sterile, the architecture jarring, and despite the sun the winter chill still bites. I guess what I'm trying to say is that despite having lived here for more of my life than anywhere else, Canberra just doesn't feel like home. It's just been that city where my stuff resided.
Leaving Canberra has also meant quitting my job. Until last Friday I was one of those government employees, and had been for over four years. I can't say I'm overly upset to be leaving. I needed a change, and a challenge, and my job wasn't giving me the opportunities I wanted. The mood is that opportunities here are not forthcoming, at least not for the next 2-3 years. So it was a good time to get away.
Finally, I said goodbye to my apartment yesterday (pictured below). It was a lovely little place, close to everything and comfortable. It was also reasonably soundproof, which helps when you're practicing opera singing on a regular basis. I'll miss it. The real estate agent told me that they haven't been able to find someone to move in to the apartment yet. Apparently the market is flooded with apartments for lease.
It seems everybody's leaving Canberra.
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