Seven Years in the Northern Rivers

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.