Neighbours

When I was 18 I finished my VCE, packed my bags and moved out of the country. To the City. Melbourne. I loved with 3 friends, and had a massive blast. The story goes on, I studied, worked, fell in love, you know the drill. And here I am. We still get back to my part of the country, and Bean loves it there.

I am still a bit of a country girl. I loathe country music, so don't mistake that with a country soul. I share, I help, I listen. I believe that you should know where your food comes from. I eat animals I know... errr knew. I stand in shit and it's not a bad day. I dont mind dirt under my nails, provided its been fruitful or eventful. I love my neighbours like family.


It was strange to me that when the Hubsand and I purchased our first unit in the burbs and moved in, that we wouldn’t be getting to know our neighbours. No firing up the Barbie in the courtyard and sharing a few beers. They were odd people who either played music too loud, had too many (small) dogs in one small apartment, or parked in front of our cars blocking us in. Blergh. No friends here. Move on please.


So when we found out forever home, imagine my surprise when we made nice with our neighbours. In them we have found dog-sitters, baby sitters, nurses, drinking buddies, counsellors, pool owners, veggie-co-ops, cups of sugar and loads of laughs. This weekend means the end of a special era. Our next door neighbours are moving out. Sure it's only 10 minutes away, but it's going to be tough. With our families far away in the sticks or interstate, we have a little support network that they were a big part of. So, as they pack their things and we promise to keep in touch... I am cooking. A going away dinner (slash birthday party for the neighbour across the road who has some serious slack to pick up!!) and that makes me happy. Nothing makes me happier than cooking for the ones I love, so it's on.

I cant be the only one who cooks through the tough times, do you?