So this is how it began…
My husband, the Country Boy (CB) grew up on a sheep property in southern NSW. We met at university and got married a few years later. We settled in the Blue Mountains, where I grew up, but CB has always dreamed of returning to the farm, where his parents still live.
In the Easter holidays in 2010 we were riding around the farm on a motor bike when out of my mouth popped “you know we could always try moving here for 12 months and see how it works out”. I usually try to think about what I say before it comes out but I swear the thought formed in my mouth. Being 5 months pregnant at the time, I blame the hormones.
We talked it over and did some investigation, and suddenly we are escaping to the country to try a new life.
I confess I feel quite nervous about our tree change. We have a great life here in the Blue Mountains with family and friends close by. How will I cope being so far from my family? Will I get used to an hour round trip for milk? Does life really exist where there is no mobile phone reception? It’s a bit of an experiment.
Have you done something similar? What advice can you give me?