I've no idea where I'll be next Wednesday, 10th December 2014. Probably somewhere in the south western corner of Western Australia, but I can't be more precise than that. A traveler I knew once told me that when he gets close to leaving a place, he leaves emotionally long before he walks out the door. I'm feeling that now, as though I've sent a part of me on ahead to be a forward scout. It hasn't reported back yet though, so I still have little idea what to expect.
However, there are some goodbyes still to be said.
When I first arrived in Perth just over a year ago I knew no-one, so I joined Meetup and enrolled in various groups - movies, eating out, live music and, of course, writing. To my everlasting delight I discovered The Victoria Park Writers' Group. (In my innocence I thought that, being a big city, every suburb had its writers' group! No, I just happened to live in the right suburb.)
My first meetings were held in the local Arts Centre, in a back room which also hosted the coffee machine. We had a (very noisy) acting group on one side, and a sculpting class on the other. As the actors' demands on the coffee machine increased, we moved out to a veranda connecting two buildings, and offended the sculpting teacher highly one evening when we accidentally turned off all the lights in her classroom. ...continue reading "The Last Post – from Perth, that is!"