This photo is of me with my first home.
Last night mum was telling me that she bought the little play house off somebody for $75 plus $25 to get it delivered, a lot of money forty plus years ago! And Granddad helped fix it in place in the back garden of the family home in Selwyn Crescent. Family home as in Nana and Granddad’s. I loved this little house. I remember it, my things in it. And I love this photo because it reminds me of where it all started.
And forty plus years later, I bought my own home for the first time – on my own. And what a ride that’s been – the good the bad and the fabulous. Like most things, full of opposites – heady highs and deep lows. But I got here, and I can’t tell you how much i love having some earth of my own. Land and privacy. A retreat and salve from the noise of the world. A place to express myself and build a haven to be completely at home.
Sometimes I don’t feel much different from the kid standing in front of that play house. Other times, a world away. I just love the cycle of it all. It reminds me that from small things big things grow. And that love of family is just tremendous, if your lucky enough to have it.