Despite being utterly pathetic, agoraphobic, tortured and a humble little chamomile flower, I am also restless, easily bored and a (minor) thrill seeker. I don’t know how you can combine these traits, but this fucked up personality is what made me leave Athens when I was 18 and move to northern England without knowing anyone there (even though I was fucking scared) and also leave northern England when I was 24 and move to London without knowing anyone there (even though I was fucking scared).
Now I’m having similar ideas about going to Sydney. Mind you, I don’t want to go to Sydney permanently, I am quite convinced that my long-term future is in London (or Iceland of course, but nobody in their right mind wants to move there with me and I don’t speak Eskimo so I can relocate them on my own), but I wouldn’t mind living and working in Sydney for up to twelve months or so.
I’ve been to Sydney once (in 2006) and kinda liked it and Matty and Nicole are moving there for about a year this March, so it might be a good opportunity for me to also go while my friends are there. If I were to go it might have to be around the end of the year, for boring logistical reasons that I won’t go into now.
Now obviously for a decision like that my mind is working overtime and I’m freaking out on a 24-hour basis. On the one hand I think I want to do this, on the other hand I don’t know whether it’s a very feasible idea. So let’s think why I should and why I shouldn’t.
Why I should:
- Sumfin to do, innit
- I could use an escape from my every day life where prevailing themes and activities are: obsessing about and stalking strangers / self loathing and desperation as an everyday pastime / substitution of over-developed pectoral muscles for a personality / the pursuit of trivial goals that nobody should care about / etc. Don’t get me wrong though, if I were to move temporarily, I would do the same only in a different setting
- Might be a good idea to do this while I’m still relatively young instead of having a midlife crisis and starting to travel around South-Eastern Asia trying to befriend 21-year-old Oxford graduates on their gap year when I’m 38
- My friend M (a Sydney native) says that Sydney is great fun and very shallow so I would love it
- Matty and Nicole will already be there when I arrive, so they can pick me up from the airport, find me somewhere to live, show me all the boring straight hangouts where they’ve been going out, initially I pretend to be interested and have a good time until I familiarize myself with the city, work my way into the guestlist at Arc, run off with drugged-up destroyed Australian muscle boys, dump Matty and Nicole, never talk to them again
Why I shouldn’t go:
- Before I moved to London (when I was up north), I used to visit every now and then and I would go on the tube or walk around and see those English boys in their 20s or early 30s, wearing their suits and going to the office, knowing their way around and looking tired and bored, with their light brown hair and blue eyes and their graduate jobs and friends and lives and samey faces; and I desperately wanted to be them. Now, I am. Having found my ideal demographic, do I really want to abandon it and go and spend a year somewhere completely different? Shouldn’t I stay here and be part of this group and serve as inspiration to other pathetic non-Londoners who once day want to be me? And if I go away, when I come back, will I belong again?
- Apart from Matty and Nicole I won’t have any real, close friends there. Yes, there are a couple of other straight friends working there, and I’m sure I’ll bump into a few hundred gay acquaintances that have lived in or visited London at some point in the last 3-4 years, but my friends are in London. Is it easy to make new friends now? As we know my personality won’t help
- I am quite settled here. I have my nice one bedroom flat, my big TV, my Sky, my Greek satellite, all the conveniences that keep me happy every evening between 2000 and 0000. If I go away, I’ll have to give those up (temporarily anyway)
- Can I continue writing London Preppy when I’m in Sydney? Or will it have to be Sydney Preppy (sounds wrong) or perhaps London Preppy Down Under. Obviously this, the title of the blog, is the major consideration on whether I should relocate or not. Mind you the blog content will definitely pick up, I can foresee the paranoia, neediness and general fret will make for excellent reading material
- Finally, on the pitfalls side, Scott can’t come with me. But if you’re commenting or giving your view on this (whether I should go or not) please don’t mention / consider this, as it’s probably the biggest issue and I’ll have to deal with it myself
Erm…that’s all. Do I go or not?