This Easter was different. For thirty years I have spent celebrations like Easter with my family: ie parents and siblings. This year we spent Easter with good friends. It was fun. It was relaxed and easy. Despite having chicken pox (which she barely notices!) Georgia had a lovely time with her friends, Milly, Tao and Kai. Matty learned how to hunt for eggs. He looked very gorgeous with his jacket and his bucket, as he plodded around the farm looking for treasures!

It has been a good Easter. I did miss my family. I thought of how nice it would’ve been to be with my family, eating mum’s lamb roast (what a cliche). I remembered having picnics on Easter Sunday the past few years with Monte’s parents. I felt sad that the grandies aren’t seeing the children as they look for eggs and squeal with delight when they find one. I suppose this Easter brought the sentimentality back to me.

I don’t feel like I am alone here. I have my treasured loves: Monte, Georgia and Matty. I speak to my family and friends often. We have made wonderful friends here, and we are busy on the property and with the animals.

During Easter we eat eggs, which symbolise new life. We are living a new life here. It is different, whether it be that we are dependent on the rain for all our water, or the wind and sun (and generator and peteroid) for all our power, or whether it’s the long drives to ‘civilisation’ that makes this life so different. I am glad that we have made this choice, but it is not the easy choice. It is a new life and with it has come changes and challenges. I’m up for it.

Blessings.