Rolling hills, spectacular sunsets, wildlife, tractor rides, farm animals, bonfires, starry nights, giant chicken parmas, 100g sized fresh eggs and peacefulness… it’s easy to see why my parents moved to the country.
It’s been three months since they broke my heart and moved a gruelling three hours away. I still don’t think I’ve completely come to terms with it but I have accepted it and I do get it. I get it.
They’ve found a peaceful paradise in Bairnsdale away from the hustle and bustle of suburbia (mind you they are still just as busy as they were when they lived on the Morn Pen of course!), it just happened to be that their budget wouldn’t allow for them to find anything like this anywhere within a half hour radius of Melbourne. That’s the Melbourne market for you…
As we sat on the back of the tractor (on a couch no less that dad had secured to the trailer tray!) and the girls cooed over the new baby calf in the paddock, the sun streaming down on our faces, dad beaming from ear to ear with delight (a man of the land now), pointing out all the mushrooms he could see, I knew in my heart he had found his zen. We chug-chugged past mum who was watering her veggie patch in her gumboots. She seemed refreshed, less stressed somehow.
The pair of them loved showing us nearby attractions such as Raymond Island where we rode a four person bicycle around the island spotting koalas, and their new local pub and restaurant hang outs.
I want to feel completely happy for them in this new home and new lifestyle they have found but part of me, a little selfishly, worries they will never come home. They will decide to live here forever, always a three hour drive out of reach, and it’s for that reason that I can’t fully share in their joy. As selfish as that still is.
But for the meantime I will admit it’s an awesome place to visit. An awesome place for them to live. There’s so much for the girls to enjoy, so many outdoor activities for them to indulge in, so many life lessons to learn. It is going to change their lives. Make them better people, allow them to understand the fundementals of life.
They now love going to Grandma and Grandpas house and ask to go all the time, it just takes a bit of getting used to for me when I have to say, “sorry honey we can’t go there for another two months…”
This home on this land, with this view, is a dream. I just never knew it was the dream my parents had, until now. It’s not my dream, admittedly; I don’t want to live in the country away from my friends and family, away from my clubs and fave pubs and schools and shops and short drives to beaches and attractions on the Morn Pen.
But this is their dream, they are living it, they are loving it and for the meantime, I’m going to have to live with it too.
I have a vodka lime and soda in hand, the sun is setting, there’s a trashy magazine on my lap and I can hear my girls squealing with delight as they leap from the swing set to the cubby…Ok, Ok, I’ll admit, maybe I don’t really have that much to complain about after all…