I’ve been living in the back room at my mothers house for a while now. Finding my strength. Finding my feet. Surrounding Bo and I in safety and warmth with the added security of having my own mama close during the most challenging time of my life. But through the long and difficult summer of my broken heart I discovered a little flame of eternal hope that lives inside me, and like a roaring fire it refuses to be silenced. The time is coming for me to leave the nest once more. After months of tumbling through my own mind, somersaulting from one idea to another, trying to find direction… I know now what I’ve known all along. I don’t want to live in a city. I was raised a city girl, but after living for so many years now in rural lands around the world, my place is no longer the city.
I don’t know where it is I belong. But I know it’s not amongst the towering buildings. And it’s certainly not in a housing estate, where every house looks the same.
I want to grow a garden to feed us. I want to raise Bo in a mindful way, close to a city so that I have opportunities for work and growth in my industry but in a community of shared resources and creativity and fertile land. I know that this means starting over, without my family, and the road will be long and there will be some big challenges along the way. I’ve never been scared of hard work, and I know what I want for my little family. And I’m not going to let my own fear get in the way of that.
The question now is, where?
How lucky I am to have the whole world at my feet. To be able to make such a big decision for my child and myself. To have the freedom to choose a village or a town or a place and pack up and go. How blessed I am not to be tied to a place or a neighborhood. How lucky to have options. It might take me a while to decide where to go. But the path is becoming clearer. Choose a state, choose a city to be close to, to choose to be close to the ocean or close to the mountains, to choose a town, to choose a house, to start a new life.
Like a little seed this idea has been planted into the cool autumn earth, and by summer, the hope is that it will have sprouted the fragile seedling with strong roots, and the determination to grow. The beginning of a new life for Bo and I. A new life with a bright future.
So my question to you is, if you could live in any small town in Australia, where would you live and why? I’m on the (perpetual) inspiration hunt.