It isn’t an especially remarkable tale. I moved to Melbourne following a girl. After a few years, we got married and had a couple of kids. Fast forward to the oldest being 5.

Dad came to Melbourne to visit us, it turned out he wasn’t really cooking for himself since mum had died and wasn’t in a great place in general. We had enrolled the kid in school, but he hadn’t put down roots yet. And then my contract at work finished up. It was a rare moment where we had nothing in particular holding us where we were.

Melbourne was wonderful when it was just the two of us, but it was tough to be there with kids and no family support. Every time we visited Perth, we had grandparents and a couple of aunties to help look after the kids. We already had flights booked for Christmas, so we just cancelled the return flights. I lined up my next job in Perth and we’ve been here since.