The place I really have an 'affinity' for, and really miss now I don't live there, is Broadmeadows. I like its houses, its parks, and even its roads. Its railway station is pretty disgusting, but I feel relatively comfortable there. Its shopping centre is a place I know well. Its library is great and most of the people - like obviously not all but more than, for instance, Hawthorn - I feel fondly about. Not 'salt of the earth', and not even people I necessarily want to talk to much, in the abstract. But they are not annoying or cloying or, well, I'll just say it: they're not up themselves.
I know this seems ridiculously sentimental but that's as maybe. It's simply true. I prefer if not Broadmeadows per se, at least the middle to outer, lower-waged, postwar suburbs, with the weird major gaps where (maybe) a factory or a railway used to be, where sometime in the next decade someone might actually find a new use for the land, and where there are low-key populations of wild animals indigenous and introduced, and bodies of strange water, and odd earthworks, and frogs.
I also miss living in the Lorraine house, which is a fine piece of work now in its 44th year, and a great place to raise dogs and cats (and termites, but that's another story for another day).