One door shuts, another one opens...
Sunday, 20 Nov 11 Cloudy 22°C / 72°F
and that also applies to garden gates.
It’s the end of this house and garden, at least for us anyway.
We’re taking the bold step and moving on, and hopefully the proverbial “greener pastures” will truly be greener – they are definitely pastures anyway. The fences will be lower and you can see through them, rather than over them. Their target is to contain livestock rather than trying to attain privacy, as the suburban fences here are so purposefully built for.
Astute :-) observers may have noticed that I’ve been far less active and chatty than in previous times, and the search for another abode along with a change in surroundings can be revealed as the very good reason why that has been so. Getting to this point in the process has been a long and involved one and our attention has been concentrated on achieving this rather important goal.
Call it a “tree change”, a move “back to the land”, a sign of madness, or a delayed dose of common sense. None of the names or phrases really do it justice – it’s the next stage in our lives and it’s been a long time coming.
We’ve found a place and committed ourselves to it and while we haven’t actually settled in there yet, ( taken possession as the lawyers put it) we are past the point of no return, and barring the proverbial wayward bus, that part will happen soon enough. That’s the first step taken, with many more to follow before the shift becomes permanent and we can relax again.
It’s very much a new beginning, and while we have plans it’s really an unknown future, but it is well founded as it’s based firmly on the lifestyle we’ve always led and we know that it works well for us. We trust that we can make that base broader as it is, after all, a large part of why we are headed this way.
It’s been very much an unknown as to ‘how’. The ‘when’ was originally a vague hand-wavish point in the future. The ‘where’ was picked out years ago, and the ‘why’ has been obvious to us for a long while. It’s in our blood, we never really did fit into the city mould. We have survived more by bringing a bit of the country here rather than by conforming to the city lifestyle.
When we originally moved here 30 years ago from the country, we were only going to stay for maybe 5 years. Children arrived and plans were changed – funny about that. ;-)
Time turns them into adults and their boundaries are not set, and neither are ours anymore. That means we can resurrect our plans to go back to the country, and also take it one step further with some acreage.
So, the ‘how’ and the ‘when’ were all that was keeping us here. While we kept the possibility of a move high in our plans, it was always at arms length, it was a decision that could be made another day. Well, that day has arrived and the future is now.
There is a huge amount to do before this move is completed and all the loose ends are tidied up. While I have a time-line for it all in my head, and believe that there will be a nice tidy end point to it, reality has never failed in asserting its influence. I’ll just say that sometime in the future, I’ll attempt to pick it all up and start again on Folia. In the meantime I can be certain that my participation levels here will decrease significantly.
I will have access to the internet for quite a while so I am contactable and I’ll endeavour to continue reading all the journals and group postings that makes Folia such a great place, both educational and recreational.
What I won’t be doing is contributing as I often did in the past, and that’s still much less than I’m doing now. I’ve become very much the lurker despite so many interesting journals from both old and new Folians. It’s going to be hard to stay quiet, but time will be extra precious now.
For those who may be interested in our new location. Central Victoria, north of Ballarat.
The photo is a shot looking east, towards the house paddock. Lovely trees, a very nice home, and a terrific shed!
DW is happy, so am I.