Lost and found in Sydney

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I’ve come to love that harbour and those white sails against the blue sky. If Hobart was where I spent most of my childhood, Sydney is where I found my independence. For the first time in my life I was living away from home, earning an income and making my own decisions. It was terrifying and exhilarating.

I came to Sydney in 1999 to find work. I wanted to make books. The publishing industry was incredibly small in Hobart and by the time I finished university, I was desperate to see what I could learn on the mainland. I came up with two bags and a folder. One full of shoes and the other full of clothes. The folder had my CV and my chequered academic transcript.

My first job was temping at an accounting firm. I then worked at a telecommunications company connecting and disconnecting mobile phones. All the while I was looking for my big break in publishing. It came a few months later and I started work as an editor at the Law Book Company, a subsidiary of Thomson Reuters. I spent four years there before life took me in a different direction.

I experienced some of my hardest and most painful days in Sydney. I endured my first heartbreak here, then found my faith, as well as a good man to love. I lost and found many good people along the way. Before I knew it, I was married with a child of my own and had given him something I always searched for. A sense of place. A true hometown.

This is a remarkable and diverse city. It is constantly evolving. It’s not without its problems and there are days when they can be overwhelming. But then there are other days you can forgive and almost forget them. I was only supposed to be here for a few years, but here I am, eighteen years later, still admiring the harbour.

 

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