As of last Tuesday, December 13th, I am now officially living in my new place in Yankalilla.
The rooms have been painted, the furniture moved in, the fridge and pantry have been stocked, gas and electricity is switched on, the NBN connected and the office and (temporary) studio is all ready to go.
NB: Yes, the shed out the back is too small and has no power to it so it will need to go and a new purpose built structure will take its place in the new year. In the meantime the rear office will do for now.
All of this means that I’m back, baby (well, maybe after Xmas and New Years Day is over).
Right now, I am writing this from my office at the rear of the house. The window in front of me overlooks the backyard where a single rainwater tank and two massive gum trees are standing proudly and all I can hear are the sounds of birds.
This is where I want to come to work every day.
Thinking back, it’s been quite a long journey to get to this place and whilst looking in my journals I pinpointed the exact time that I decided to finally sell up and move down South.
It was December 5th, 2021 and I was sitting at a cafe on the beach at Normanville around about 11:30 in the morning, taking the long way home and still buzzing from the night before, jamming with friends at a property at Myponga Beach.
It was then and there that I was inspired enough to run and take a giant leap into the unknown. I wrote in my journal…
“That’s it… I’m selling up and moving down to the Fleurieu. If I don’t do it now then I never will.”
And with a stroke of a pen, the wheels were set in motion and just over 12 months later I am here, revelling in the silence.