The white mould forms on the outside of the cheese

I mean here in Hobart, not the philosophical ‘why am I here?’

Actually, Hobart is on the way to Cabanandra. I don’t mean this in a geographical sense, but rather in a strategic sense.

Ok, so Hobart is actually a city, not a country town, or an isolated rural area. However, moving away from Melbourne has provided us with new insights and a new set of skills.

We know that our relationship can survive the stresses of moving, and we can even laugh about it (later!). We know that we can find work, learn new skills, make new friends, and enjoy exploring a new place. Sure, there are plenty of things I might do differently, but I know I can do it again, when I need to.

Christmas is coming, and at the moment, its a great time to relax. To take in the glorious spring growth, eat lovely food, drink great wine and hang out with friends. To take stock of what we have achieved in just nine months, with little savings, but plenty of energy and passion.

Making (or finding) a place to call your own isn’t just about buying (or building) a house. It is just as important to pay attention to all those other things: work, friends, exploring, socialising and community participation. In some ways we have down-sized. We earn less, we have less space, we have fewer possessions. But looked at another way, we have actually up-sized.

No, we are not just surviving, we are thriving.

Some links to Sea / Tree change stories (not all positive)

Charles Sturt University research

Regional Living Australia blog post

The Sea Change

Transformations Journal

Rural life not so sweet

Live the Dream

Definition: That which is produced, brought forth, or yielded; product; yield; proceeds; result of labor, especially of agricultural labors.

My little camemberts

My Little Camemberts

Peter Cundall extolling the virtues of curly kale

Peter Cundall extolling the virtues of curly kale

This is a photograph taken at the Hobart Royal Botanic Gardens recently, next to Pete’s Patch. Peter Cundall is extolling the virtues of Curly Kale at this point. It was the TreadLightly festival, a not very well attended, but very pleasant event.

Other happenings?

Well, we have moved to our very own pad in South Hobart, and are enjoying the sunny days of winter. From our window we can watch the fabulous fog that the locals call the Bridgewater Jerry spill down the valley in the morning. Also check out this photo by Tracey Grady.

We are walking to work, because we can. We walk down the Hobart Rivulet Linear Park directly into the centre of town.

Looks like we can also head in the other direction and if we keep going, eventually hit the top of the mountain. Liking it?

Meanwhile, we have decided that one of the best-kept secrets of Hobart are the tip shops. There are four within 30 minutes drive of the city centre. We simply love them, and will probably be furnishing our new pad with our finds.

I now include a couple of photographs of no particular relevance or artistic merit for you to get a sense of the South Hobart ‘vibe’.

View of mountain from South Hobart

View from front windowMorning fogLooking east from South Hobart