Mainly, I realized sometime my last few days in Sydney that I’m not a big city girl and Sydney is not ~my~ home. I no longer want to be a part of the rat race, especially if that means becoming one of the teaming throngs to scurry to work through hordes of traffic and people, constantly bombarded by noise of trains, buses and cars as well as the
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it's been a long, hard, tough year
it's nice to know to reaffirm that I'm capable of waking up and just be grateful to be alive!
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So ... this is first opportunity to read your wonderful account of life in Tumbarumba. Sounds as if you have found yet another niche i life ... how lucky you are to have done as much as you have. All those skills and still adding! I'm not surprised that your open and loving personality is going down so well with all those new found friends are the centre
Particularly impressed with your handling of the creepie crawlies, and the methane producing deposits of various animals and to read that every morning you awake with purpose and joy is a joy to know
xxx Helen
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heh, i love your description of poo... very amusing! ;)
it has been such a wonderful change to not be constantly worried and find happiness in the small things in life once again.
*LOVE*
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Keep the posts coming so that the rest of us can live vicariously through you!
Take care
Hunter
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I'll be back in Texas March to May... then returning to Oz until October. We'll see if I get to stay on for the full duration at that point.
How have you been? Please drop me a line! I've been wondering how you're doing!
xoxo
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