I can't remember exactly when my boyfriend (now husband) said it first. I can't remember exactly when my mother said it. But it crystallised years of dreaming of rugged landscapes and sighing over houses and their reasonable prices on realestate.com.au. So we're moving to Tasmania.
Using a different slant on creative visualisation for goal achievement, here is my blog. Better than photos on the fridge. An anonymous message in a bottle to cyberspace. People think we're crazy, leaving Bris-Vegas just as it is coming of age complete with Valentino haute couture exhibitions and Aria restaurants and $6million apartments. But doesn't everyone prefer being a teenager to being an adult? Why not choose a home base that's still growing up too and enjoy a second childhood?
Hobart reminds me of Brisbane when I still loved it, but with better weather for someone who wilts at 25 degrees. And how can you go past that harbour? I want to get away from spending thirty minutes in a car to travel 2.5 kms. Away from twenty years of recorded personal history. A new page, some fresh air.Ditch the old furniture and rent out the house, shed our skins and let's get started.
Here's to a Bigger Life in A Smaller Pond.
