For a long time I avoided going home. We’d all moved to Sydney {except my brother and my Dad} and I didn’t really have a desire to go back to where I grew up, so I just didn’t.
Then my little sister moved back to our home town and my brother grew tired of traveling all the way up to see us, so it was time to make an effort, pack up our bags and take the drive home to see them.
Coming home is good for the soul. Taking the drive through the mountains, by the coast and all that fresh air. It’s good stuff. Best of all is the space. Having backyards to run around and trees, gardens and room to play ball.
Last weekend we all piled into the car and headed south, stopping half way to watch my little sister’s boyfriend play football. For those that don’t know, once you leave the City fashion starts to get a little more relaxed.
For instance most people at the game were wearing tracksuit pants, some Ugg boots and one lone person was wearing a dressing gown.
So when my sister stepped out of the car wearing, what I liked to jest as a ballgown, we had a great time giving her a hard time.
Don’t worry. I told her I was going to blog about this. She’s OK with it. See, we’re still good friends…
Once the game was over, we all headed further south and arrived home. We gathered together in the morning for breakfast and it was just like it always has been. Me in the kitchen, accompanied by little sister. My brother and big sis cracking jokes.
I said to my sister at the start of the year that I’d be making the effort to come back once a month and stay the night, and so far I’ve kept my promise. It’s fun. It’s good for me, and all of us. I actually look forward to it.
Where’s your ‘home’? How long has it been since you got back there?
Well, we share the same “home”, so you already know that.
I went back last September, as I left Keeli with Mum and Dad so Leigh and I could go to Hawaii.
Being so far away makes it hard to visit more often. By the time we get on a plane, ire a car, and drive to Mum and Dad's, most of a day is gone.
I really with I lived closer to them, but they understand why we live where we do, as much as it hurts all of us to be so far apart.
It's not what I (or they) had in mind as I was getting mearer to leaving home age. I thought I'd always live in that town, buy my own place, work, meet someone from the same town, and live happily ever after. How wrong was I???
Oh my goodness! I just realised how hard it is to type with frozen fingers…and then not check my spelling! Oops!
I moved back to my home towwn and I so don't think I'll ever move. It's been the best move ever and I'm so thankfu lto br bringing my son up in a lovely, fresh, clean country area. Love the far south coast!
So glad you're getting home a little more. Lacey will love you for it, I'm sure:)
Home is totally gone now.
So home is where lovely husband is.
If I ever do make it back to the UK, I go to my older brothers, which is bliss.
xx
Home is three hours north and I adore the drive and the beachside house. Mothers Day weekend spent there makes my heart ache when I leave but knowing it is only a three hour car ride away is bliss.
Switch of your phone too next time you are 'away' it makes it a real little holiday.
ps your famiy of girls are all stunning!
Home for me is a whole half hour drive… to Sydney's northern suburbs. But without fail, every time I do it (about once a week) it feels so familiar, so nostalgic, I may as well be going back in time… back home. And I also love it, very much :o)
“Home” is about a 2 min drive up the road to my parents house. Once we found out we were pregnant with Little Miss we moved out of our city apartment and back to my home town. It's an hour out of the city and by no means a quiet little town but the space, beaches and family around the corner make it all worth it. So much so that I rarely go up to the city nowadays. Everyone is slowly migrating back “home”. 🙂
I live in Queensland & 'home' to me is Adelaide where the WHOLE family still lives. I try to get down there as much as can but the more the years flash past by I don't get down there as much 🙁 luckily my Mum & Brother come to visit me a lot more now and I talk to my Mum nearly every day.
As much as I love where I live and I can't see myself moving, I'm still an Adelaide girl at heart!
oh great photos 🙂
where is that lovely heart cardi from? please!
Auckland is my home town, so not that easy to make a quick trip to. We try and go over every couple of years so my elderly grandparents can spend time with Alexandra, I love that she knows her great grandparents as they are very special people.
Haha I think….actually I'm pretty sure….I have those same shoes. Ha and they're AWESOME! I love a good pair of heels, your sister has a great sense of style!!
Ha and great post, I avoid “home” too, and when I do go back, I always look forward to coming back to where I live now. I think where I love is my home now 🙂
home is local…but i don't go back…they are memories i try to forget and it involves a can't keep his hands to himself step dad. my mum has a new home without him…i see her everyday. and i have my own home now…i love nothing more than that…it keeps 3 of the 4 people i love most in the world safe, warm and happy.