A trip to the city

As I sit here on the train heading to Ballan I can barely keep the smile off my face. I’m heading home! I’m just amazed at how quickly Ballan has become home really but home it is.

I had to come into the city today for a funeral. Martin wanted to pick up some more of our belongings so we drove to Spotswood, loaded the trailer then he dropped me at Footscray station before heading home whilst I caught the train out to the church. Afterwards I grabbed dinner with my Mum, something I haven’t done in I don’t know how long. :)It was nice to have a chat and a meal I didn’t have to prepare or clean up after. 😀 Stupidly I didn’t look up the train timetables so by the time I got into Southern Cross I had just missed a train and had nearly an hour to wait for the next one. I bought my ticket then went for a little wander around. And boy oh boy did I feel out of place. 😦 A friend said to me last week after a trip in to town that she couldn’t wait to get home to Ballan and I completely echo that. I used to love the city. It’s fast, exciting and full of experiences and adventures. Now it just seems too fast, full of people on a mission that I just seemed to get in the way of (sorry people) and smelly! I can’t wait to get home and smell the grass, trees and wood smoke from Ignisa (we named our wood fire Ignisa Fran – do you like?). I felt like the complete country bumpkin for which I used to ridicule my mother (sorry Mum).

So now I sit here on the train, watching the sun sinking behind buildings and clouds, listening to the hum of the engine and conversations around me and dreaming of a quieter tomorrow.

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And a lovely polite ticket conductor too. 🙂

A Day in Ballan that wasn’t quite how I planned

Today hasn’t quite gone as planned. In fact, I’m pretty glad it hasn’t. It’s been fun.
The plan was to come up early to Ballan, pick up some soil, finish off the tyre garden beds and the last few bits of the chook pen. Instead, we’ve arrived after lunch in foul weather (after 40C degrees last week, the 6C my car thermometre is telling me is a little hard to take) and found several cars in our back garden, a giant hole and detached sewer lines. Definitely no room for me to navigate the car with the trailer. I could barely turn around without the trailer. And our trailer was full of gravel anyway. Hmmm. Now what to do?

I tossed up the idea of visiting friends but our first port of call had to be lunch for the starving troops. We headed into the supermarket and grabbed some tasty treats. I was trying to figure out where to have lunch when I saw the train station so we parked up opposite the station to watch for trains. Now that we are done with lunch I think we might head home for some more packing.

Moving day is still a bit up in the air as our builder is still tiling but we may be able to move Monday. Even so we might start moving up and store stuff in the tent until the tiles are laid and grouted. With carpet on Thursday and the glazier to do shower screen, mirror and replace the broken glass next Wednesday, we are so close I can taste it! Looking forward to baking in my new oven and cooking us all a meal in my new kitchen (yes Martin, the kitchen IS mine. 😉 )

Think I’ll be up again Thursday or Friday to plant my Tagasaste trees (Tree Lucerne) and I’ll bring the chooks up then too. Maybe even the bed frames. 😀