A bit of City in this Country Girl…
I think something that people often mistake about me, is that I am ‘just’ a Country Girl.
Now I don’t mean to say there is anything wrong with being a Country Girl – I’m darned proud of the fact that I grew up in the bush. I like that I can drive a truck, ride a horse, tell a cow from a steer. But, like most Country Girls, it doesn’t totally define me.
I am very many things and among these, is that I have a little bit of city in me too. I have lived in a number of urban areas during my life – and loved each and every one of them for their own special character and experiences.
I loved Toowoomba (Darling Downs Qld) with it’s glorious gardens, it’s misty mornings and it’s spectacular showgrounds. I loved Griffith (NSW) for its unique multicultural population, for its glorious vineyards and its ability to revel in its own isolation and beauty and food and wine. I loved Buderim (Qld) for its gentle pace and salt-tinged, leafy beauty. I loved nearby Mooloolaba for its surfy culture, its gob-smacking vista of ocean and beach, and its restaurants. And I loved the urban area where I began and ended my city-life…. Brisbane.
Driving through her older winding streets, discovering breath-taking views to Mt Coot-tha and back over her bridges.
Getting to know her river – the element that has shaped her and draws her together, and sometimes challenges her beyond endurance.
I met Mr Incredible during a visit to Brisbane (at this very pub!)…
…and we were (eventually) married in one of her glorious parks, with some of our wedding photos taken at Kangaroo Point cliffs overlooking the winding brown Brisbane River.
Both Dash and Violet were born there.
And a lot of my friends and my husband’s family live there still… we are connected, Brisbane and I, by a giant invisible 500km-long umbilical cord!
Nope. I adore the luxury of my open spaces out here. I can put up with having my dose of restaurants and concerts and movies concentrated into mad rushed visits.
Do I love her still.