The Victorian Countryside and Why I Love it
To me, there's no place like the Victorian countryside.
I actually grew up in the city, but I was always fascinated with the idea of living in the country. Maybe it was a 'grass is always greener' kind of situation. Maybe it was the influence from my dad's wild childhood stories growing up in rural Victoria. I don't know. But whatever it was, I was really intrigued.
I remember gravitating toward books about kids growing up on farms. They would get up to mischief and almost always have a loyal dog by their side. They would have time and space to themselves, somewhere to escape to, to just think.
I, on the other hand, grew up in a strict household that didn't let me leave the house alone until I was about 17 – even then, it often took a lot of convincing. Living inner city means small space, very little yard and nowhere to hide to.
I kind of forgot about my intrigue of rural Victoria throughout my teens – there were more pressing matters to attend to *ahum* boys *ahum* drama *ahum* arguing with my dad. That was until my boyfriend starting taking me to his country hometown, Lorne.
Lorne is mostly known to Melbournian's as the go-to coastal getaway, situated on the notorious Great Ocean Road. Most of the houses in this town are holiday homes, so it gets pretty damn quiet in winter – but that's when I like it best.
After years of visiting Lorne, that intrigue of living in the Victorian countryside has really come back. And I now, I kind of crave it.
I crave the smell of gumtrees, the sound of kookaburras and cockatoos competing for anyone's attention, the sound of cicadas as the sun begins the set. The eery darkness that comes with night and the vastness when you look up and see infinite stars.
I mostly crave the possibilities that come with land. And the dream of growing my own food and living a sustainable life.
That's the Australian countryside and that's why I love it.
Tell me, do you prefer the city or the country?