City living. I love it, and being in Melbourne doesn’t hurt. The coffee. The food. The culture. The weather (jokes).
Having grown up in a new estate suburb, similar to that found on any Australian city fringe, I’d grown familiar with the isolation resulting from a lack of public transport, and the estate being so young that it had virtually no historical identity. And you couldn’t WALK anywhere; any kid who couldn’t drive—which is every one of them between the age of 0 and 16—was tethered to the neighbourhood to ‘make their own fun.’ It was like living in the countryside without the charm.