Greetings, from the Country

Hola!

Why, hello 2018. You've sprung up ever so quickly.

It has been a very long time since I last logged onto the back end of this blog and pressed the "new post" button. 7 months to be exact.

A lot can happen in 7 months, let me tell you.

My little family made a decision not long after the last post, that creating more time to spend with each other was our priority. The commute for both our jobs, hours spent away from home was taking it's toll. Chasing our tail and falling in an exhausted heap to wake up the next morning to do it all over again - just wasn't cutting it.

I also watched my beloved suffer a small stroke in front of my eyes.

If anything would jolt you into action to make drastic changes to create a calmer life, that small stroke shoved it in our face.

Fast forward a few months. We're gypsy's by nature, go where our heart seeks. Ever since my late teens, I've always had that internal independence and was never scared of taking a leap of faith and have a go.

And having a go, we did.

Greetings from the country! This Melbourne born and raised gal, bought a farm 600kms north of Melbourne in the Sunraysia district. We moved in to our farm a few weeks before Christmas and have settled in quite well. I absolutely love it. We absolutely love it. There's definitely something to say about the fresh country air, taking a slower pace, smelling the roses and really assessing what's important.

I can honestly say, hand on heart, that since we've moved, I have not had ONE SINGLE ANXIETY ATTACK.

For reals.

We're spending more time together, my little fam bam - and time my friends, to me, is the most important thing you can share with each other.

2018 is gonna rock. 2018, I am going to resurrect this tired little blog and spend more time here, sharing my tales with you.

I'm back.

And i'm so glad you stuck around.

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