The Animal Orchestra is up & moving: leaving behind Melbourne’s clandestine alleys & gothic architecture for the sunny glitz of Sydney.

(photos by AdamSelwood & Leithcote)

Consequently, the last few weeks have been a blur of airport dreaming, open suitcases, sweet excitement & slow goodbyes. No time to blog, with my head so full of a heady mix of anticipation & fear.

I leave on Wednesday with a suitcase full of clothes & an admission into a course that promises to open doors (in fact, it already has – two placements with glossy magazines, & a three month internship with an online favourite. I’ll tell you more when I can).

What else? A terrace house with two (TWO!) spiral staircases & a whole shelf full of tea. Three new housemates – four, if you count Frieda, the dog (is she named after Kahlo? Something I will remember to ask). Uncertain job prospects. The only people I know – three cousins (all blonde, tanned, very Sydney) & sweet Caitlin, who has promised to take me to her favourite cafes.

I’m trying not to think about what I’m leaving behind. After all, Melbourne’s not so far away. One hour & five minutes gets you back amongst the narrow laneways, with the smell of coffee floating upwards to mix with the morning mist. One hour and five minutes gets you back to your lover’s embrace. It’s not so far.

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