While packing the last of our things into the car after a tiring day of packing up, chucking out and moving things, we watched the most beautiful sun set over the property that I have called my home for 32 years.
The golden light touches the old weatherboard farm house and it was then that I remembered how beautiful this place really was. Memories came flooding back of Christmases, birthday celebrations, dinner parties, school friend sleepovers, home made Go-cart tracks and competitive sibling tennis matches on the court.
I look back and realise how lucky I was to have lived a life like I did. To have wide open spaces to ride bikes freely, learn how to drive manual in “old bomb” utes across the paddocks while chucking out hay to the sheep on the back tray and jumping in bales of freshly shawn wool, coming out with skin so soft from the lanolin.
All of the memories will follow us out the gate and down the single lane road, unlike the things that we packed into the car, these memories, life lessons and moments will stay with us forever and remind us of a loving childhood, one that we will love to offer our own children, as we look to the next chapter of our lives.