I know a country without a name. It spans continents, is home to millions and I have lived there. The citizens speak many languages, claim many cultures and, between them, eat anything. It is a nation of Capitals – official or real. Paris, London, Singapore, Amsterdam, New York, Rio de Janeiro, Los Angeles, Berlin, Hong Kong, Madrid. Sydney. The residents of this country share common beliefs. “In The City” is superior to “Outside”. “Everyone who matters is here.” The culture of this country is often …different… from the surroundings. A Londoner will experience less culture shock moving to Singapore than they would moving to Braunton.
It’s a fun place. Everyone should live there. And everyone should leave.
Sydney is a part of that country, far more than it is part of Australia.
So we left.