(First off, apologies to all the haters for the Steve Jobs/Apple references littering this blog post. But he was an inspiration to me, anyone with that much passion has to be respected for relentlessly pursuing his dreams.)
Now, I’ll admit it. I’ve been terrible at blogging for way too long. I love blogging, love writing about wine, food, restaurants, wineries, cellar doors and living the good life. I love working in the wine industry and working with some of the most brilliant, passionate and talented people I’ve met anywhere. But since November last year, I’ve been focused on pursuing my dreams. Now, I’ve got my dream job (stage one), I’ve helped launch some amazing websites, I’m moving into Potts Point in Sydney (something I’ve wanted to do since age 12) and I’m full of energy to give back the love to the people, places, food, wines and ideas that I respect and have to share with the world.
Thanks to my friends, family, workmates and all those on Twitter and Facebook whose support, friendship and inspiration has given me strength in pursuing my dreams. And I’d especially like to thank those who’ve shown me how not to live my life. Pettiness, negativity and holding grudges won’t get you anywhere. Defining what you are really passionate about and relentlessly pursuing it no matter what others say will always bring positive and lasting change. I look forward to sharing the journey with you all.
So, I’m moving to Sydney in a bit. I love Adelaide, grown up here (apart from an early stint in Port Augusta), spent most of my life here… So, what are the things I’m going to miss the most? The wineries. While I’m excited to explore the Hunter Valley, Canberra, Orange, Mudgee and more I am surely going to miss lazy weekends in the Clare Valley, regular pilgrimages to Seppeltsfield and days discovering the secrets of the Adelaide Hills. To help prevent withdrawals I’ll be visiting as many of my favorites over the next month or so, starting with Ashton Hills, The Lane and Shaw and Smith this weekend. What else will I miss? Gouger St and the Central Markets. Places that have melted even the coldest, most jaded hearts of Sydneysiders. The food, the people, pho, Haiananese Chicken Rice, the meats at Feast, the cheeses, Lucia’s… Damn, I’m getting a little emotional writing that down!
But I’ll be fine… Thoughts of Chinatown, wine bars, sailing on the harbour quickly tempers any lingering sadness…
So now, a question? If you were leaving your home town, what would you have to do before you left?