Change yet again proves itself to be great. From raging Newtown to peaceful Marrickville, from crumbly terrace to warehouse apartment.
I am loving this place like my first time out of home. The heady infatuation of something so separate, so different, so mine. I love it so much I almost feel guilty, like I am neglecting the nest that has looked after me for so long. And it has, the wonderful suburb of Newtown, carried me through a period of excess and growth and ever intersecting relationships. I still feel close to it like it is there if I need it, but now I can go back and visit when I want and really appreciate the time spent. Change had to happen and it is good.