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have a cricket in my bedroom. I can never see it during the day, but in the black, wee hours, it bursts into sporadic song, reminding me that—even as I lay in the dark—I no longer live in the city. For most of the last two decades of my life I have though—lived in the city, that is. Right in the very centre of Sydney, less than 200m from Kings Cross’s famous Coke sign, surrounded by apartment towers, cafes, bars,
