Remember those family road trips to the old fibro holiday house or the caravan? Everyone crammed into a medium sized sedan, packed to gills with fishing rods, bait and eskies. And three kids in the back shouting all at once: “Are we there yet?” “Can I have an icecream?” “I need to go to the …
Writing about moving on made me ponder my reasons for going back to places I have lived. Let’s face it, with more than 26 houses to revisit across three continents, I could almost do it constantly. At some point it’s time to leave that baggage behind and make new memories, preferably ones that include a …
