Anyone who knows me well knows I don’t get attached to material things however I realised this week I still have way too much stuff. I can’t believe I’ve dragged all this shit from Seaford Rise to Laura and now to my new town when there are only three things that are actually precious to me. Two dinner plates that my children painted when they were little darlings and a tiny teddy bear that my children bought from Cheap Arse Chips the first Mother’s day after my divorce. I’ve never been attached to any of the houses I’ve lived in but this is my 18th house, I am officially over moving and I seriously need to chuck out some more stuff!!
I thought I would live in the Mid-North for 5-10 years and would then move back to the coast but clearly I wasn’t meant to stay in that region for very long. The people of Laura were very friendly and I have made friendships that will last a life time but sometimes the universe works in mysterious ways and maybe having an ex-boyfriend buy a house way too close for comfort was the universes way of making sure I ended up where I was supposed to be?
I love the anticipation of potential new friendships, new experiences and the challenge of finding work that a move to a new town brings. It doesn’t bother me that I know no one in this town because I know I will meet more amazing people, I will find work and I am over the moon to be by the ocean again.
What is it that makes a house a home anyways? Is it the memories you experience in that home? Is it the fact that you love the location and have peace in that space? Sometimes I wonder if I am destined to be like Vianne from the movie Chocolat, the clever north wind never seems to be satisfied, it speaks to me of towns yet to be visited, friends in need yet to be discovered, battles yet to be fought.
I hope this town will be my last stop before my kids need to chuck me in an old folks home, but I swear to god if for some reason things don’t work out here I’m throwing all my shit in the bin (except those two dinner plates and my little teddy bear) and buying a motor home because Hudson and I don’t need a whole house we just need a bed, a shower and a shitter. 🙂