So ANZAC Day also commemorated my seventh year living up here in the Northern Rivers (Steve didn't move up here until six months later in October). It doesn't seem that long - but then again how long is seven years supposed to feel, I wonder.
I have been trying to remember what sort of things I wanted to do once I had moved up here. Big transition stuff, you know the thing. Become vegan or start running marathons. Bit about the only thing I can remember with any certainty was that I wanted to learn to swim properly. But alas, I've not done anything about that. I did go for a couple of runs with the local Hash House Harriers for a while when I first moved up here, and when I lived at my friend and colleague's lovingly renovated dairy bales at Pearce's Creek, near Bangalow, I did go on some very long walks every weekend. But that's about it, really.
Certainly, though, I have developed skills I didn't have before moving up here but most of these revolve around Larnook, so maybe I'll leave them for the 7 year anniversary of Maryville@Larnook in September/October.
But I don't have a 7 year itch. Loving living up here and will continue to do so.
