A while ago I read a tweet from someone saying that they had no idea why someone would live in the same town as where they grew up as, as if it was an entirely backwards and bizarre thing to do. I, of course, do live in the same town as where I spent my childhood and I was all ready to be affronted and offended and start defending my choice when I mentally took hold of myself and shook away those feelings. And then turned to Pinterest as it's my current happy place.
To be perfectly honest, if I had my way I wouldn't be living here. In a heartbeat. I would pack us up and move somewhere coastal, somewhere that wasn't so isolated and where sand replaced the red dirt that surrounds me. I'm happiest where the water is salty and the breeze is warm. But you know what? There's more important things than that. Things like the fact that Deon's family business is here, and I would never take him away from that. Things like family being here, and my beautiful job.
So, we compromise. Deon knows that for me to live here, I need to travel and escape from time to time. Each school holiday I've been incredibly lucky- visiting my parents in Perth, hitting Hamilton Island and Mackay with my beautiful little sister, exploring Cairns, Port Douglas and the Daintree with Deon and the Little Lion and I are currently spending the week in Geelong with some of my favourite relatives. Next school holidays our little family will be enjoying our annual beach holiday, which is one of my favourite parts of the year.
Compromise is key for me. I enjoy the space and laid back feel of where I live, and I'm incredibly excited that our dream home is starting to materialize but I'm always itching to hit Melbourne for the opportunities that we just don't have here. Our mall just doesn't have the same vive as Bourke st :P
Are you in the same boat as me? Or did you pack and leave your home town as quickly as you could?