a place to call home

15 01 2012

ever since i arrived back in Sydney, friends have asked me variations of “so, how are you finding Sydney?”, the question loaded with the understanding that I left Sydney nearly 12 years ago, never intending to return without a very good reason.

i’ve explained to some that i’m viewing my unexpected return to Sydney as a transitionary step, wherein all the things that I hate about life in Sydney will serve to motivate me to keep this step a short one, say, two to three years, until I finally make it to the one place in the world I actually want to live.

it’s worth noting here that some people can’t fathom why I have no desire to go do the ‘live and work overseas for a few years’ thing, as Jon is planning to do.  well, likewise, i can’t fathom why some people would prefer to live in Sydney.  fine, whatever.  most of the time i just roll my eyes or smile amiably and STFU, because frankly the differences are relatively minor, compared to so many other places in the world.

unexpectedly, this relocation to Sydney – provoked by Jon’s job offer – has brought me a bigger step closer to not just the NSW Northern Rivers, but the ability to live anywhere whilst still doing my work, than I had first anticipated.  by coming to an arrangement to continue providing tech-support to two Melbourne clients simply as a means to ensure continuity of a base-level income until I establish some new clients (presumed to be in Sydney), in one step I’ve laid a big part of the groundwork toward having location-independence already.  previously I’d always assumed that location-independent income would have to come from something else (eg. iApp development).

two leads/introductions facilitated by a close friend for further Sydney-based work/clients have fizzled out to nothing, both incapable even of saying ‘sorry, nothing we can do to help at this time’ even via the impersonality of email.  i just don’t understand that.

a third lead morphed into a far more tangible opportunity to work for another IT support organisation, if i were willing to put aside my self-employed independence and, sooner or later, hand over my clientele to it.  having just made the realisation that I’d partially achieved location-independent income status, I wasn’t about to self-sabotage that any time soon.  nor would this job afford me the time or headspace to continue this process.

so I’m left hoeing my own path.

Jon’s new job is going as well as hoped, which is a relief.  i’m glad i made the move with him up here, to continue our path-of-uncertain-length together.  i like the place we’re living in, even though it’s not a direct 1-to-1 conversion of ‘Socio-Economic Location Value’ from where we lived in Melbourne.  for that privilege of living in, say, Newtown, we’d have to pay an extra $150/week rent, at least.  or live under a near-perpetual flight path.  fuck that shit.

i *hate* myself for the way I’ve put on so much weight in the past comfortable year, having somehow allowed myself to not choose a new gym when we moved in together in a new area too far from my old gym.  naturally i don’t expect or get any positive encouragement from the Sydney Establishment there.  but that is about to change, i guarantee it.  (rest assured though, some Sydney people will misinterpret this as some desire on my part to be more Sydney-like.)

and, despite not having any previous desire for pets, we now have two gorgeous ginger kittens adding a surprising amount of joy and entertainment to our home.

with all this so far, i’ve apparently lost my personal integrity (for moving back to Sydney, i assume), had my masculinity questioned (by uber-house-proud gay men living in Sydney, no less), my financial status looked down upon (“oh, you’re living in Dulwich Hill, the OUTER inner west, that’s not really the inner west, you know!”), and a bunch of other gratingly superficial judgements presented as substitute for conversation, all from people who, frankly, I know can be better than that.  of course the flip-side is that i’m probably just being teased a bit and need to grow a thicker skin – a skin thickness I never seemed to need in Melbourne.

so it would seem my viewing life back in Sydney as an uncomfortably motivational transitionary step is working just fine!

 





best friend

24 07 2010

i’d never used the expression “best friend”, ever, until “one of my closest friends” Tony passed away suddenly & unexpectedly (brain aneurism) just over 3 years ago.  “best friend” always seemed too exclusionary to me. *i* had an *inner circle* of friends, where all were equal, thankyouverymuch!

it’s his birthday today, and a bunch of his inner circle & family are descending on Melbourne for a warm dinner of reminiscing & laughs, should be a great night, & brunch with some of them again tomorrow.

call me lucky (particularly with the AIDS epidemic deaths of the 90s), but other than my grand parents, Tony is by far the closest person i’ve lost to the randomness of death.

we met at the Flinders Hotel (twinkville, ah those were the days ;), one dark wintery night in ’95.  my version of the story is that it was him who tried to pick me up, tho he always politely begged to differ, as apparently it was me who offered my phone number first ;).  whilst we never actually got around to doing what two gay guys do so readily, thus began the closest and most intimate friendship i think i’ve ever had.

Tony was awesome.  i could list two dozen superlative adjectives right off the top of my head now and still not come close to doing him justice.  despite having an enormous circle of friends all over the world and Australia from his extensive travels, somehow he was able to make each one feel like the most important person in the world, when ever he was able to spend time with them – and he always went out of his way to do so.  i often felt a little intimidated that despite having so many extraordinary friends from such diverse walks of life, i held a place in his life that few did.

out of the blue one day around christmas 2005, he pensively confessed he was in love with me.  i was gobsmacked.  why now, after a decade of friendship?  such is the mystery of love.  whilst he was the closest person to me in the world, and i loved him greatly, it just wasn’t that kind of love.  but could it grow to become that, given this prod, this opportunity with a man who had such a huge heart?  i’m ashamed to say, i never gave it a chance.  and for many months our friendship suffered, including a very awkward holiday to Perth & Byron Bay a month later.

time passed and wounds healed, and Tony’s heart moved on – though sadly, to someone else who didn’t reciprocate his love.  in that, Tony & I were also alike, having not found true equal love for great stretches of our lives.

i’ll never know now if that could’ve worked for us.  but i wish it had.

Happy Birthday my dearest Tony.








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