Last weekend we drove to Stanthorpe to introduce Daniel to his great-grandparents and extended family. Whenever I go back there, I feel a little bit more each time that I could live there again. I am a country girl, and I miss living in a small town. I stood out on the verandah and felt the cold wind blowing so strongly, with no buildings blocking its way and no scent of traffic or pollution, and I felt home.
Before we left, we stopped by my grandparents old house on the next property. It's been neglected and fallen into disrepair. It was really sad to see it, the base of so many memories, Christmases especially. There used to be a vineyard, orchards and pine trees as well. Now it is a bean farm, and the forest that we used to walk through to go swimming/fishing in the river is gone. I wish I could buy the place and fix it up. I want it to stay in the family.