Farewell To Parramatta

Parramatta_skyline_from_the_west_August_2012

For the better part of the last two years I’ve been living in a.. rather large town called Parramatta, to the west of Sydney. It’s been a time that’s had it’s ups and downs and this place will certainly hold a lot of memories – but this weekend we move back further West, leaving the chaos of this rapidly expanding urban sprawl behind for something a bit more suburban.

Parramatta has a lot of promise, and a lot to like, but it’s not a place that I would like to live for a long time. It’s primary benefit is proximity to the city without actually being in the city, but all that is changing. I’ve been coming to this part of the world for the better part of 15 years and it hasn’t just grown – it’s exploded. The population growth and residential demand is happening faster than developers can manage, having not had the foresight to see what would happen all those years ago.

Anyway, irrespective of how I feel about the place, it will always stay in my memory, and as I like to do in moments like these, I’ve expressed the majority of my feelings in poem. 

There’s a place you might have heard of
Somewhere out in Sydney’s west
Where the suburbs meet the city
And it’s name is Parramatta
I could lie to you with stories
About how it is the best
But it’s actually quite shitty
So I’ll minimise the chatter 

I’ve lived here in an apartment
For the best part of two years
And now finally, we’re moving
So I look back and reflect
And yet I can’t find any one thing
That would make me shed a tear
But perhaps I’m being too negative
And trying to disaffect 

If you think I’ll miss it after
Because as the saying goes
“You don’t know what you’ve got
Until it’s gone”
I can laugh right in your face
Because you seemingly don’t know
That when it comes to neighbours
That saying REALLY isn’t wrong 

We used to be surrounded
By some quiet, humble folk
We were all in this together
The place was quiet every night
But now they’ve all moved out
And we’ve got ourselves new neighbours
Who think being loud exclusively
After midnight’s quite alright 

The walls are paper-thin
And you can hear every echo
Whether it come from up above
Or from apartments left and right
On and on they keep persisting
And when I finally sleep I dream
Of returning all their rudeness
Violently and out of spite

That’s not to say the neighbours
Are the only thing that’s wrong 
It would be rather fickle 
To leave just because of noise 
But it’s also the apartment 
We could make lists meters long 
Of the faults and falling pieces
With no handymen employed 

But the good things, they come with us
And the bad get left behind
It’s time for a new chapter
And it shouldn’t be too hard
To adjust to the new life
With a place all of our own
No one living up above us
And a freaking HUGE backyard

It was a base of operations
And a real good one at that
Between work in the city
And my family further west
And then there were the Wanderers
A short walk down the road
We’ve watched the transformation
From new team to Asia’s best

It’s been an interesting time
So many lessons that I’ve learned
A new job, and love, and things
That put a smile upon my face
And for a moment I’m caught thinking
That someday I might return
But then I think “Who am I kidding?
Man, I fucking hate this place”

So farewell Parramatta
Your purpose has been served
And I know that it’s a time
That I never shall forget
But to say this town’s a great place
Is a little bit perverse
And I’m glad we’re leaving now
I certainly have no regrets

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