I sat out on someone's balcony in Upwey in the Dandenong Ranges this evening drinking a glass of wine and thinking, firstly, "I am so unbelievably lucky to be living in this country and looking at this view with a full stomach, a full fridge, a bed waiting for me."
It gets simpler as I go on.
I also thought, "How many years do I spend feeling like I have come home every time I come up here before I throw caution to the wind and give it a whirl for six months or a year?"
Guess I'll wait out the summer and see if there's anything left of the place left after the latest round of fires, and if there is, I s'pose I might just give that idea a bash.
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"home" sounds like a fabulous risk to take :-)
ReplyDeletethere will always be bush fires, and floods, and interest rate rises . . . and reasons not to take the risk of our heart's desire
ReplyDeletebut there may not always be a tomorrow
live it now
for now is all any of us have
do it!
ReplyDeleteLucy - it surely sounds like one of the less riskier risks to take, doesn't it! :)
ReplyDeleteKel - you are so, so right. The now - when I am there I am so grounded. I had my art therapy session yesterday and then visited a friend last night. There is always a tug when I leave those hills. (They're alive, with the sound of music and fruitcake people, mwahaha :)
Barbara - I know, I really should, shouldn't I. Life is too short.
I like what Kel said.
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