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Moving Yet Again

Tonight is our last night here at the Somerset Darling Harbour right at the heart of Sydney. This location is so convenient that everything interesting and worth going to is just a short walk and maybe then a short train ride away. Walking to work takes at most 20 minutes for me at a leisurely pace. I've grown to like the sounds of the city here and have felt comfortable walking the Pyrmont bridge to work on a daily basis. Tomorrow though will be the first night at our newly rented place half an hour away by bus and 15 minutes away by train.

There have been a lot of "firsts" in the Somerset for me. First time I've ever lived in a place paid for by someone else longer than a week. First time to use an oven to cook meat. First time to use a dryer without having to put coins into the machine that's located in a private bathroom. First time feeling like it's all getting real.

See, it's been almost exactly 90 days since we moved into this combo two-bedroom unit. 90 days is roughly three months, one quarter, or if we timed it correctly, one season. Even though at the back of my mind I was thinking that this is a temporary place to stay in, it became home to me and my wife for a good stretch. It became a home and just like with every move and change in life there's something worth remembering. This has been a good home for the meantime and lots of good memories with my wife and daughter in our first 90 days in Sydney.

Tomorrow is going to be a new day and maybe through the weekend our family will be adjusting to a new place that we should be calling home for a long time to come.

It's been a good run Somerset, we will miss you.

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