Nathans Farm Toodyay, September 2014
I wanted to write this to you, I started the words but realised that I couldn't finish. Here will have to do. Tonight I had dinner at a friend of a friends place in Paris. They are a half Australian/English Christian couple with two adorable kids living in the outskirts, known as the banlieues. They seem to have made a life for themselves half way across the world (granted his wife is English, but they have still moved to another major city where English is not widely spoken), with him working as an English teacher and her looking after the kids. They have a home church, their kids speak both French and English and they have local friends while still keeping in touch with the old. Another Australian/English couple joined us, who are originally from Adelaide but have lived in London for the past 10 years and Paris the past 8 months. They are a week away from opening their very own cafe in the heart of Paris, 100% run and owned by them. There was no doubt a lot of hard work and money put in by them, but they seem to be actually doing the one thing that I would one day love to do. Their stories were great testatments to the fact that you can travel to the other side of the globe and settle down, you can find jobs or start your own cafe and have artistic hobbies on the side, or just be an artist full stop. These things are all possible and in ten years, this is where I see myself living. I don't really care what I'm doing, I just want to be here. I think as they were telling me their stories I was imagining myself working in a local cafe, with you making music everyday and us living in a small studio apartment filled with potted plants and cooking dinner together every night. But I guess I will just have to cut the second half of that story out and do it all by myself. And thats okay.
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