My 29th Year begins in a caravan park cabin in the tiny South Western forest town of Pemberton. It has been my home now for about 2 months. I go to sleep to the sound of possums on my roof and wake up to the sound of birds.
I had grand Ideas of waking up at 29 as a new woman, excited about the possibilities of my new year, but instead at 3am I sleep walked straight into a wall and woke up the next morning with a swollen nose and what felt like a broken face.
In between doing 14 hour work days there has not been much time for adventuring. The only time I have off is in the early mornings and I spend them alone. Drinking tea, writing and wandering the caravan park watching baby ducks. I enjoy the solitude, the peace but it can get overwhelming at times.
Getting out of bed after working such long draining hours has been hard, and they grey skies are not always inviting, but there are some mornings when the call of the fresh water dam is strong and there is nothing to do but heed it and dive in.
