Last week, whilst traipsing around Target I ran into an old friend from school who I hadn't seen for a number of years. We did the usual polite cheek kiss and awkward hug, followed by the introduction of my kids, one of whom was sulking because I wouldn't buy her a pair of those hideous new tights that have the cartoon characters all over them and the other….well who knew where he was….probably sitting in the middle of a clothes rack somewhere pretending to be Harry Potter in a magic cave ;)
I then asked my old class-mate, “So, Are you living back here now?”
”Oh God No!” laughing as if the idea was completely ludicrous!
Her response caught me off guard slightly, as I had just told her that I was living back here, and was loving raising my family back in my home town.
You see, I'm a homebody. I love the small country town that I grew up in and have been known to defend it to many. And having many friends living in Sydney and Melbourne, I have found myself defending my little town and the lifestyle it brings with it on many occasions. I love visiting the city and completely understand that there are those that feel the same way about their city lifestyle, as I do about my country one…..but it’s not for me.
I love the fact that I walk down the street and run into people that have known me since I was a baby.
I love that the same ladies have been working in the local department store (which is so much like an old country department story that it is considered one of the town’s major attractions and actually has a visitors book!) for as long as I remember.
I love that I caught up with my two oldest friends today, who I have known since before Kindergarten and our children played in the same park that we played in together at their age.
I love that my kids are going to grow up in the country, on a HUGE block, watching the sun go down behind the mountain every night.
I love that each Christmas, the kids I grew up with come back to their parent’s houses in the same street that we all rode our bikes in as ten year olds, and we sit on the front lawn and reminisce over a few drinks.
There is something special about moving back and raising your family where you grew up. Something special about them living 5 minutes drive from their grandparents and something special about them playing with the kids of the people you grew up with.
I don’t scoff at the fact that after moving away, going to uni and meeting my husband, I have decided to move my family back home. I treasure it.