Ever since I first left Darwin to seek my fortune and/or education at the University of Queensland, I’ve been simultaneously blessed and cursed with a life of eternal wandering. I never seem to be able to stay in one place for more than about eighteen months before I get up and shift everything, either through my own restlessness or through circumstances beyond my control. Even in the four years since I moved back to Darwin I’ve moved house three times.
Make that four.
I thought I had finally broken the curse after managing to live in Malak for two whole years before moving to a unit in town to be closer to work (hmmph) and church, but I’d been there less than a year when my housemates announced they were taking off for Wollongong, leaving me to either take on the lease myself or find somewhere else. So the long and the short of it is, after a mad scramble, I’m now writing to you from the sunny shores of Nightcliff, where I now live with a couple of friends from Happy Yess.
The curse lives on, but we’ll see how long I can stay in one place this time.
Make of that what you will.
Garry with 2 Rs