Late one Wednesday afternoon I stepped off the train right in the thick of Town Hall, navigating my way through hundreds of white collared workers, drowning in the buzzing sounds of an electric city. This manic vibration was eerily calming to my foreign soul. I’d never thought too much of Sydney as it was merely two hours from my hometown of Newcastle, an awkward halfway of too close yet too far.
Something about this average Wednesday afternoon felt different. Several years on, my partner and I call this land of in-between home.