I’ve always considered myself Very Australian.
There’s a sense of peace that I feel nowhere other than South Australia. The second I step off of the plane, something about the smell of the wind and the salt in the air says “you’re home.”
But the reality is that I haven’t lived in Australia for more than a decade — closer to two. We moved to California in 2002, I did a few years of high school, and promptly landed myself in a place whose landscape was very familiar and comforting.
sunrise in Davis
I’ve always been attracted to a certain type of landscape.
I’ve lived in Davis as long as I lived in Australia — if you don’t mind the year I spent living in Kenya and Congo. This place is more my home than anywhere in California. The formative years of my life have been spent here.
sunrise over Mt. Kenya — this was a good year too
I got my horse here. I built my barn family here. I found a kitten and got a dog.
And now, we are leaving. Murray and Jelly and my partner and I are moving. Not far. Just a little ways (600 miles) up the road, to somewhere rather a lot different.
Most of the kinks are sorted. We have a place to live, I found a place for Murray to live. We move in a little under four weeks.
piglet will miss this!
It’s a big change. Not a small item in the “cons” list of this move was leaving my barn family and amazing friends. But we’ll always have the internet, and couches to crash on. And a 9 hour drive isn’t thaaaat bad. I’ve done it before.
So bottom’s up for new life adventures!