I know why.
Some misguided attempt to save money and travel around the world.
But being two and a half states and a strait of water away from one's heart?
Not such a good idea.
Every visit only makes it worse...reminding me of what I am missing out on.
The peace and quiet of the Southern Highlands of New Souths Wales.
I used to dream of living there, or at least running away there...
But instead of being there helping my beloved I'm in fucking Tasmania.
Do I revoke whining rights if it's self-inflicted?
If only.
Sigh.