Your next bold move

Dear Wilberforce,

Breakup letters are always difficult.  The time I’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.  I came so lost and broken, but I’ll leave a whole lot more sure of myself.  And with a whole lot more CDs.  But that’s a whole other thing.

Thing is, though, I think I grew out of you some time ago.  I’m at the point now where I need something else, and unfortunately I’m not sure it’s something you can give me.

I also have a confession to make – I think I’ve fallen for somewhere else.  I’m not sure if it’s going to be anything serious, but just the fact that I’ve seen the possibility of something else, something wonderful, means I can’t look at you the same way again.  I spent 20 minutes walking around Pitt Town yesterday and looking at the cottage with the very large yard.  I went into the supermarket and found they even stocked the only bread I like.  The air smelt good and clean and there wasn’t a caravan park bogan to be seen.

It’s been nice though.  I’ve enjoyed your quiet streets, your abundant frog life and (from where I am, at least) your amazing views of the Hawkesbury.  Still, I think our time is up, you know?

It’s not you, it’s me.

Let’s always stay friends.


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