Okay, I know we’ve been in Broken Hill for two weeks now. And only one post! Talk about time flying. Well actually talking about flying: we’ve already had a couple of flights down to Adelaide and back for some hospital tests for me. Not planning on giving too much attention to this stuff; suffice it to say that I have some heart damage that needs to be repaired. Not overly life-threatening and easily fixed. Which it will be in the next month or so. I do have to add here though that the support and love I have had from all of you has been amazing. Not only amazing but so real and so helpful to me and Pauline during this really rather stressful process. Thank you, all of you.
Anyway, by way of celebrating that two week (plus one day if we’re going to be picky about it) milestone, today we moved from the house we were caring for, to the flat out the back; a move to our own space after almost five years on the road and staying in all manner of places, all of which were of course home for the duration, but not really. If you know what I mean.
Actually, I want to make a correction here: strictly speaking this new abode is called a Granny flat. But you know us: right up there with the latest trends, fads, and new styles of living. With that in mind, let me tell you right here and now, we are living in our very own Tiny House. Well, we’re renting it and plan on making it home for some time to come.
Having our own little home is very much a part of our healing; it is a huge quantum leap on our Journey. We’re a bit tired and in need of a settled place to live for a time. Just a place where we are independent and self-sufficient; and responsible for ourselves only. Even the chance to have a little space of our own to practice our art(s).
We’ve really been blessed in finding this flat—sorry tiny house. The people we’ve been house and cat sitting for, offered it to us, and we are thankful. Only about a kilometre from the CBD, it’s in a great location. And already, even though we’ve not had a lot of time to explore, we love the town. There is a vibe about the place that speaks of space, of quiet, of being on and in the land, in country. Just what we wanted really.
In fact, as I spoke about in the first (and only other) post from The Hill (we’re locals now; have to talk the talk), it’s all just fallen into place since we made the decision to come and settle here for a while. We spoke often and passionately about having a small place of our own: simple, easy to care for, and a space that felt like a safe-haven; that we could treat as our own hermitage, our own retreat centre. And, lo and behold, it has come to pass.
So, tonight is our first night in that little hermitage, that little hermits’ cave we will make our own for as long as it wants us here; for as long as we need to be here. Pauline is watching a movie on YouTube, while I type up this post. First time, I should mention, we have had reliable internet for I don’t remember how long. Another blessing.
Okay, probably time for me to watch a movie of my own. Thank you to you all once again. Having so much support and love is a blessing for which I am going to be grateful for forever