“Sometimes you will never know the true value of a moment
until it becomes a memory.” – Dr Seuss
Dr Seuss is one of my favourite childhood authors, among many others I might add. I love a lot of his quotes because, in his weird and fantastical way, he truly understood childhood and all that goes with it.
One such thing is childhood memories. Things that stick with us so strongly and stubbornly that we, as adults, make decisions bound and informed by them without us ever really realizing it.
One such moment for me was when were visiting our first home with my parents, while it was about half way through construction . My dad commented that the outside looked an awful lot like their first home together, on the family farm in Cunderdin many moons ago. Of course, once he pointed it out it hit me just how similar our choices were.
This time around (as I think I’ve mentioned before) our new house plan bears a striking resemblance to my parent’s current home. Not an identical match, but just similar enough for me to notice.
These homes, plus the one on our first Toodyay farm, form the basis for most of my really prominent childhood memories, with some stronger than others. There’s the big stuff of course, like Christmas mornings and birthday parties, bringing new pets home and moving house. But then there’s the little stuff.
These are the small moments that don’t seem particularly poignant at the time, but when you look back on your life they can end up making a rather big impact. Or at least they can help you form the vision you have for your life.
Memories of swimming in dams on scorching hot summer days with yabbies brushing against your feet. Of driving around paddocks in the back of the ute, scooping up lost lambs to be reunited with their mummy’s (of course my sister and I named every single one of them!). Of riding motorbikes and playing in mud pits or trying to make a better ant trap. Of learning to shoot and spending so many hours knocking honky nuts out of trees or tin cans off of fences.
It’s these little things that ultimately shape our lives and who we are. But unbeknownst to me, these little memories have also shaped what kind of parent I want to be and the way I want to raise my son. I want him to have these kinds of memories.
Ultimately that’s why we moved back out here. Why we bought this small farm and are building this house.
It’s not really about the house you see….
….turns out, the house is just the vessel.
With all that in mind, it’s time for a quick update on the house!
Well that’s a wrap on this week.
It’s going to be pretty full on over the next month, with the build coming to an end and the beginning of so much more! We have painters to book, floors to put down, wardrobes to be installed, air-conditioning to go in. All of which has to happen while we’re in Tasmania on holiday! (Gah! Help!)
But when we come back it will all be about the move and starting to transform this house into our home. Stick with me folks, it’s all about to get verrrry interesting!
Ciao for now xx
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