I live with my mum on a one-and-a-quarter acre block in a semi-rural area in South-East Queensland. We have a pool, the beginnings of an orchard, garden beds ready for planting, and our very own pine forest. I have lived on this property, on and off, for over 11 years: the longest I've ever called one place home.
I can't really call this place "home", though; not in the truest sense of the term, not given how uncomfortable it makes me, living in this land of sweltering summers and maudlin memories. But the sun setting through the pine trees sparks a feeling of contentment and warm familiarity that allows me to call this place home(-for-right-now).
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