Settling In

In 1992 I decided to buy a house, after many years of living in a rented flat. This decision was part of an effort to locate myself. After about eight years in Melbourne, I decided to commit myself to the city as the place I inhabited, my town. I had originally come here to work, and the city had never seemed sympathetic to me, or — with one or two exceptions — beautiful. But it came to seem a waste of time and energy to live so long in internal exile.