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“If you squint hard enough, the River Torrens looks like the Hudson,” she said.
Sam Holland let out a litte sigh.
“I guess Burnside is on the Upper East Side? What would be the Meatpacking District? I don’t know, I’ve never been to the real MPD. Stepney? I don’t really know.”
“Ah, Eden Hills is probably the Brooklyn of Adelaide. That’s where the Hilltop Hoods are from. They have these buses here that go on tracks like trains, which is like the subway.”
This year, like many other young people around the world, was going to be the 28-year-old’s year.
The editorial assistant was moving to New York. It wasn’t some J1 fuck about either, she said. There was a job waiting for her, some friends in Brooklyn to stay with and good times to be had.
“But that is no more,” she said.
“I’m moving to Adelaide in November. Hopefully, this stupid fucking virus goes away by then. I just can’t stay in Betoota any longer.”
Each year, Betoota loses hundreds of our best and brightest to the bright lights of the rounded-vowel republic. Adelaide being our town’s closest capital, the attraction can almost be irresistible.
“We’ll see how I feel after a year.”
More to come.
