Imagine this…
You wake early after a solid night’s sleep to the soft, cheerful sounds of birds already up and about. The house is quiet. The kids are still snuggled up in their beds.
You wander through your brand-new home [yep, it’s finally yours] and it feels fresh and full of promise. You flick on the kettle and pull back the curtains to let in the morning light.
Outside, the mist is low, the air is fresh and there’s space… sweet, glorious space for the kids to roam, explore and grow up a little wild [in the best possible way].
You’ve got a 45-minute drive ahead, but it’s all open roads, country paddocks and vineyards. The kids are playing spot cows, not stuck staring at brake lights.
Later, it’s lunch at the local – great food, local wines and a few laughs with new mates who’ve also made the move.
Life’s still full, but the pace has shifted. It’s slower. Healthier. Happier.
We made our move down to The Southern Highlands from Sydney 8 years ago. I’m certainly a different person to the one I was when we drove into the driveway from our small terrace in the inner west of Sydney with a goldfish strapped into the front seat and two little girls in the back, peering outside. That’s for sure.