This weekend Dave and I have been lucky enough to stay at ‘Somerset Cottage’ in Daylesford. A refurbished and restored miners cottage that is just 100% perfect. Even as I am typing this I have had to check that we weren’t just living in a home beautiful or country living magazine photoshoot, but that this beautiful little place is real. It is cozy and picturesque and exactly what we needed, so thank you to the wonderful friends that made this happen.
But this blog isn’t about the cottage, or the lovely people in my life, but actually about a feeling I had as Dave and I drove up the western hwy on our way to our little escape.
For a really long time I considered myself a ‘city’ girl, the thought of being out in the country without the shops, the lights and the hustle and bustle was something that did not appeal to me at all. That was until I moved to Castlemaine in 2009, where I discovered deep down I love the country. It turns out I can live without the lights, the 24hour shops and the pressure that comes with everyone being ‘on and available’ all the time. I love the relaxed pace, the friendliness of the people and the beautiful, beautiful scenery… in fact I really just love it all. This transition probably actually started on that fateful uni placement to Bourke and was just confirmed in Castlemaine, but either way, it is something that has never changed back since moving back to Melbourne. In fact my love for all things country has just become stronger since leaving… particularly my obsession with country music.
This change of attitude towards country living is something that I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about. I do often think back to my time in Castlemaine fondly, and will talk to anyone about how much I love it if I get just a hint of them being interested… but it’s not as though I have been desperate to return, or to pack up my life here and move straight back. I think I have just fallen right back into my city default mode and have my country life as a little memory that I love to take a minute to reflect on, but not something that soaks up my time anymore. Yet as we drove towards Daylesford something strange happened. The closer we got, the bigger the farms were, the taller the trees, the lighter I felt. I don’t often take much notice of things like this, I mean, sure I notice if I am happy or sad, but I don’t often notice the process of this happening. But on Friday night as we drove… I got happier, the stress of the week (although it hadn’t been any more stressful than normal), the business of life seemed to disappear and it was replaced with a nostalgic feeling of hope, safety and goodness. This ‘longing’ for home was also noted by my phone, which highlighted the area as ‘home’ on the map, using an old addressed still saved in the depths of my data.
I am not really sure what this means because I love my Melbourne life… and I don’t get the same feeling on my way to a weekend away down at Inverloch, which I love just as much… but it just felt so good… it felt like home and freedom all packaged beautifully. Maybe it was the country… or more specifically the goldfields region calling me home. Maybe I was just under more stress than I realised and my mind was just excited about a weekend away from obligation… who knows, but l liked it and I need some more country living in my life.
P.S… this is out little Cottage and some pictures from our time away where I also got to cross no. 26 off the list…
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