It’s been a while since I actually took the time to properly compose a blog post, so apologies if it doesn’t flow as well as it should. So here goes, a post I’m currently writing in our new local little café.
It’s January and we’re newly back in Queensland. We decided to leave Sydney and make a new life back in the state we’ve always called home. Everything felt right. We left our full time jobs in the busy city. We left our tiny home. We left that chapter. Before we knew it, our lives were in bags and boxes and on the road. A few days later, we were home. Almost.
Creativity began to re-enter our lives. Raph was writing, I was photographing and catching up on months of editing. The creativity that was lost in our city lives was found, again. Our first home was Brisbane; briefly living at Raph’s grans. There we realised how wound up we had become, from living in Sydney. The fast pace, the excitement, the stress.
We then moved a little more north, to Raph’s mums home. Her home is in the country-side, on a rolling hill with fruit trees, veggies and herbs that make any salad the best salad you’ve ever tasted. We lived there a little longer than we anticipated, but it felt like home. Whenever we would spend days away in Brisbane, I always wished to return back to the farm. To feel the space and solitude.
Things began to fall into place. I had a job interview coming up at a new health food store. For years I had wanted to work at a store just like this. It felt too good.
We began to search for a home just for the two of us, but nothing seemed right. We decided before we left for Queensland that we wouldn’t share again with others, but something changed. Some friends sent a call out for a like-minded family to live with on the Sunshine Coast. They were too, about to make the move and set up a new life. Before we knew it we were getting to know each other, writing back and forth in group chats, writing dorky ‘ten things about ourselves’. They were still in Perth, and I had only met them once. It felt a bit crazy when we all decided to live with each other. But, in some way, I think we all knew it would be something wonderful. Four creatives and their little girl, living together, exploring and making memories.
They flew over, with their lives in suitcases and stayed with us at the farm. For a week, we shared stories and tales of our lives. I shared stories that I thought another would never understand, but I was wrong. We explored the area, shared our favourite places and swam at one of our favourite waterholes.
We searched and searched for the perfect home. Until this home, this perfect, perfect home became all that we wanted.