Or that the airport is a disaster for picking up, dropping off, and driving by, especially on Monday mornings, Friday nights, and any morning within coo-ee of the international terminal as a gazillion flights to Asia leave at the same time. Or that it taxes the good driving behaviour of taking the tunnel to avoid the city centre, rather than tolling those who insist on driving into it.
Or that it puts in bike lanes, only for the state government to rip them out again. Or that it ridiculously bans dogs from almost all of its many beaches. It is not that Sydney is so shallow, so obsessed with money, and so comfortable with self-obsession that someone like Roxy Jacenko can prosper, "a PR queen" who deploys her small children as social media marketers. Not even her insider-trading husband's disgrace could stop her.
If there is an antihero for Sydney now, it is the rise of an avid self-promoter infatuating an embarrassing portion of the city media. It is not that great chunks of Sydney children are forced into private schools given the effect on public ones of the federal government's incentives for privatised education, and the state government syphoning academic talent off to selective schools.
It is not that much of what passes for public discussion assumes Sydney ends somewhere west of Annandale. Its ambition is preserving early morning alcohol sales in three postcodes near the city centre. It is not the astonishing rudeness exhibited in public by adults who should know better. Like remonstrating with waitstaff, or riding a pointlessly loud motorbike, or trying to overtake a queue of straight-on traffic by driving down the left-turning lane only to push in at the intersection.
One million dollars. Yours explained. Ours lectured and hectored when we dared to say please sir, show us the health advice behind curfews.
Watching you from afar was a jealousy rollercoaster. First we were jealous of your freedoms, then horrified by your case numbers. Then we were back to jealousy as you put it behind while we still queued for shots. So, be patient with Melburnians. That your war was different to ours. That we forgive you for doing it better. Please try again later. The Sydney Morning Herald.
October 22, — 2. Save Log in , register or subscribe to save articles for later. Normal text size Larger text size Very large text size. License this article. It's ridiculous. We've bought an apartment in a new development in Penrith, where we are living until we find the right house or land to build on … that will become our forever home. Five minutes to wherever I need to go, secure job, no traffic, and a wonderful community to live in.
People go there because it's so busy and exciting, and then the cost of living means you're always behind on money. You end up desperately trying to enjoy yourself so any spare money disappears and you feel like you can't leave. I bought a van last December so I could live rent free and now I've moved up to Brisbane. Sick of traffic, overpriced and increasing high density housing with not enough green space. When I come back to Australia I'll probably end up in Melbourne because I'm not very attached to Sydney — too much of a stressful , self-interested vibe.
Career opportunities brought me back here from Melbourne plus, in all honesty, it's a much nicer place to live. Sure Melbourne was nice but Sydney is just that little bit nicer. There's nowhere like Sydney. I rented in the inner west, Darlo and Kings Cross for over 20 years and I know I couldn't afford to live in those areas anymore but I'd rather live further out e. Wollongong than not live [in Sydney] at all.
Will always regret the move … I keep trying to win that lottery where you win an inner city house — one day I'll come back for sure! I believe there is a limit to how built-up the suburbs can possibly get. Once you leave it becomes very difficult to come back. I grew up here and love everything about the city , despite increasing costs and the decreasing likelihood I'll ever enter the property market.
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