SYDNEY: MAKE WAY FOR MELLIPOP

Ok, so write this date in your diaries kiddies. September 3. Exactly a year from the date we left home, and not a second after our lease expires, Mellipop is coming back to Sydney. To live.

And you're gonna love this Baz. We're moving right into Quakers Hill, so we can start hitting the local RSL clubs again! Another thing Perth lacks - besides culture, a sense of national identity, Oporto burgers and poker machines - is RSL Clubs. Maybe all their servicemen got killed in the war or something.

I'm looking forward to: Oporto, Krispy Kreme, decent Thai food, something other than the bloody AFL on tele, people walking at normal speed (not the austisic shamble of people who have no purpose in life), Merrick and Rosso in the morning, having the opportunity to SMS vote for reality TV contestants (note: I have never and most likely will never do such a thing - I just don't like being denied the opportunity to do so if the urge ever strikes), daylight saving, sinking a few brews at the Annandale Hotel and taking both puppies down to the doggie park at Leichhardt and raising some Staffy mayhem.

And that's just for starters.

Neither of us have jobs lined up in Sydney, which should be interesting (read: stressful) and are essentially scraping the pennies to afford the move. But nothing ventured.... There's talk of Anton going back into hospitality and Mellipop going back into slinging sausages to tide us over until real jobs are to be found.

Anton is most disapointed to have to leave behind his stimulating MEATPACKING job, working 4am - 3pm each day. Though it will look fabulous on his resume with the pet store gig and the car sales thing.

And ironically, I got offered a promotion at work a few days before I was going to hand in my notice. I was asked to be the researcher on Perth Vita, our glossy lifestyle magazine. D'oh. (Umm....can you keep quiet on that one Hes, it was meant to be kept under wraps...).

So there you have it. Just on four weeks, and our WA interlude comes to a close.