Breakup letters are always difficult.Â The time Iâ€™ve spent living in this little hole-in-the-wall have been some of the most rewarding, confusing, exhilarating, devastating and enlightening years of my life.Â I came so lost and broken, but Iâ€™ll leave a whole lot more sure of myself.Â And with a whole lot more CDs.Â But thatâ€™s a whole other thing.
Thing is, though, I think I grew out of you some time ago.Â Iâ€™m at the point now where I need something else, and unfortunately Iâ€™m not sure itâ€™s something you can give me.
I also have a confession to make â€“ I think Iâ€™ve fallen for somewhere else.Â Iâ€™m not sure if itâ€™s going to be anything serious, but just the fact that Iâ€™ve seen the possibility of something else, something wonderful, means I canâ€™t look at you the same way again.Â I spent 20 minutes walking around Pitt Town yesterday and looking at the cottage with the very large yard.Â I went into the supermarket and found they even stocked the only bread I like.Â The air smelt good and clean and there wasnâ€™t a caravan park bogan to be seen.
Itâ€™s been nice though.Â Iâ€™ve enjoyed your quiet streets, your abundant frog life and (from where I am, at least) your amazing views of the Hawkesbury.Â Still, I think our time is up, you know?
Itâ€™s not you, itâ€™s me.
Letâ€™s always stay friends.