Before I arrived on THESE shores....
I spent early childhood in a western suburb of Sydney town. By the time I was in my 20's the streets were paved (not with gold), there were fewer and fewer friendly faces around, and Sydney was getting too noisy, indifferent and scruffy for me. I migrated to a sunny, quiet, friendly town called Brisbane. There I stayed whilst raising a family. When that was done, I was once again a 'free' man. One day when I was sitting in a freeway gridlock I noticed that whilst I had been busy this little town had turned into a noisy, indifferent place so I moved up the hill to a quiet little town called Toowoomba. It was friendy an didn't have traffic. That was nice. For a while. Once again the day came when my migratory instinct struck. I never thought that Toowoomba would ever have gridlock but it did. I refuse to waste precious years sitting in bumper to bumper traffic.
This time I migrater over seas to a smaller island. I am under no illusions about 'progress' orpopulation pressure. But for now it is nice, and quiet. The people are still friendly BUT THE WEATHER IS CRAP - DO NOT EVEN THINK OF COMING THIS CLOSE TO THE SOUTH POLE!
It won't be my last destination but I think this might be my last migration.