I am writing this without a single person within 500 metres of me. I haven’t been able to say that about any of my posts from within Japan. I’m sitting on the veranda of my mum’s new house in Wallaby Gully and its bliss. I can’t remember ever feeling this relaxed or at home. All I can see in front of me are trees, space and blue sky. I’ve been here two days, I’ve been for a ride around the property on the little farm buggy, fed the chooks, watched the kangaroo’s through the binoculars and pigged out on mum’s potato bake. I hate it when I have to go into town and for once in my life shopping doesn’t interest me in the slightest. I didn’t even want to stay at the pub for long last night. This new place called home is just drawing me to it and I dare say it won’t be long before I finally unpack my suitcase for good here. I’m so proud of my gorgeous mum for building such a beautiful house. I feel a very lucky girl to have such a warm home and wonderfully supportive family. Home certainly is where the heart is.
