Time on my hands, feral children, and the Warlu Way...
I found myself uttering a sentence yesterday which caused me stop in my tracks, and dwell on what I had just said. Sitting on the grass, watching the children's Twilight Faction Sports Carnival, I complained to a friend that life in Paraburdoo had "too many hours in the day" . Imagine saying that? But so many of the time consuming aspects of life - such as a school commute, work commute, two-hour round-trips to the supermarket - are non-existent here. It takes five minutes to walk to the local shop (I never drive), the kids skip off to school in the mornings three minutes before the bell, and DH's job is a five minute drive away. The hustle and bustle of life has fled, leaving behind a simple, uncluttered existence of chores, family, and internet shopping. Lots of internet shopping. I would be lying if I said I didn't miss the mindless shop-wandering I used to spend so much time doing, because I do - emphatically. I miss going into a newly discovered cafe...