AND THAT, AS THEY SAY, WAS THAT

A sparsely-attended morning tea, an awkward 15-minute handover meeting, and 8 years of my life is over.

I don’t think my relationship with the City can be better summed up by my leaving present: a book about the art and people of the Dampier Peninsula so I can “enjoy reading about the culture of the area you’re heading to.”

For the record, the Dampier Peninsula is 850 kilometres North of the area I’m heading to.

So long, City of Rockingham. It certainly was a thing that I did.