Thursday, August 2, 2012

home and away. . .


we're packing our bags and heading north. a long way north. to the old convent. where my parents live. a place of wheat and wattle. of wildflowers and big sky. it's been one whole year since we were last there. that's the longest time i've been away. ever. it's the place where i grew up. where generations before me grew up . . . and although it's more than half a lifetime since i lived there, somehow, it still feels like going home.

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9 comments:

  1. Might see you at IKEA then.... ;-)

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  2. You make it sound so good.....an honour to call it home no doubt. Enjoy x

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  3. Have fun going home dear <3

    xoxo Sarah
    theantiquepearl.blogspot.com

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  4. How lovely this place sounds.
    Enjoy your little trip away. x

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  5. It does sound like home. The houses we grew up in remain home for a long, long time I think.

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  6. I love Wattles. Have a great time Rachel.

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  7. You are making me home sick, it is kind of weird that I now have no family up there. Have a great time

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  8. That sounds magic! So beautifully expressed Xx

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