Beau and I have moved back to the bush in Queensland. And when I say bush I mean, 45 minutes from the nearest supermarket, no mobile phone reception, dirt roads, 4WD’s, farmers and hippies all in the one road, Chinaman Creek Road. We’ve moved back to build a house on my parents property along with my sister, her partner and their 9 month old baby Emre. The property is large about 9 hectares so each house is well away from the other. You can’t even see them from each other! There’s a creek that winds through the property, which in a good year runs almost all year. My parents fall under the hippy category. Kind of. They make nesting boxes for hollow dependant fauna. And their house (The house I grew up in), is made from recycled timber and rocks found in the creek. My dad made it with virtually no money.
We’ve been here for 12 short weeks. I was sceptical at first, not sure if I’ve survive without my cafes and best friend Carla. I didn’t have a lot of high hopes. Where will I get my coffee? Where will I buy my clothes? (I’m a lover of Melbourne based brands) How will I know what interesting adventures Carla has been up to? The answers; My dad invested in a good coffee machine, he makes the best tea and coffee. We call him the drink man. No one goes without being offered a tea or a coffee in their house. Turns out most of the labels I like have online shops. And living out in the bush with no real expenses means more money to shop with! Keeping up with Carla’s life through texts and occasionally a phone call is the only real downfall. But a visit to Melbourne in December should fix my desperation to sit for hours on end drinking tea talking about nothing in particular.
All in all, I get to build a house with the love of my life and be surrounded by my gorgeous and supportive family. Not to mention all the time I get to be creative! I couldn’t ask for anything more!