Since I can remember, I've wanted to live in the country. Not necessarily on a farm, but not in the city.
Last year I had that chance. I sold our family home on the outskirts of Melbourne and bought a house on a half acre of land "in the country" It has a lovely garden, front and back.
There are no fast food outlet closer than a 45 minute drive. There are a couple of towns near us, but for the weekly shopping or such we travel.
The closest quilt shop is 30 kms away.
Our old house is nearly three hours by car.
It's a big change. Tank water instead of town water. We are installing a new septic system, and are looking at solar power for (mostly) the environmental benefits.
Am I happy? YES. Is the family? YES
I have a larger studio and a long arm quilting machine, a Gammill. I'm trying to open an Etsy store and quilt for other people.
Some people thought I had lost my mind, that such a big move may not work our well for everyone. There have been hiccups, but nothing we, as a family haven't been able to talk and work through.
We still have neighbors, but they aren't right beside us. Possums run across our (tin) roof half the night. I sake up to birds singing, I can hear neighboring sheep and horses. Even cattle if the wind blows the right way. A lot of trucks go past the house, but we truly don't notice them.
I'm happy in my little slice of the world.
I'm creating in my little slice of the world.
I'm stepping way out of my comfort zone and attending my first Market Weekend, selling my quilts and crafts.
Demonstrating my love of English Paper Piecing.
Most importantly, I will be meeting a large part of the new community I now call Home.
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