Nothing will ever be the same again

This is the excerpt for your very first post.

In 84 days everything is going to change. Big time. You see we are moving. Not down the road, to the next suburb or even across the Sydney Harbour Bridge to the northside where I’ve heard some people from the East go to die. No, we are moving TO THE COUNTRY. Not to Byron Bay or Lennox Head where everyone I know from Bondi now lives, not to Brisbane, Melbourne or some trippy Australian small city,  but TO THE COUNTRY. WEST. INLAND. AWAY FROM THE SEA. Good Goddess.


This is something I ask myself every second morning and about every third day as I oscillate between excitement and pure terror. The long answer is that our family feels stuck and vulnerable to the heart-palpitating Sydney property market. The city is too expensive, too crowded, strangely lonely and sometimes mean. The short answer is that we need a change and we want to live without debt and all the toxic stress that comes with it. We have to get off this rat wheel. It’s making us dizzy.


We are moving to an ex-company town called KANDOS. Kandos had a thriving cement works which had its plug pulled 7 years ago leaving the locals nervous about their kids’ future and the continuation of the town’s good schools, hospital and IGA supermarket. Many pulled up stumps and left. Some stayed and wondered what will happen. And then the artists came. Lured by the stunning scenery, Wollemi National Park, the waterholes, the nice townsfolk and the breathtakingly cheap real estate, they’ve slowly begun to set up camp which has had a very mixed reaction (check out the Cementa Festival Kandos documentary, Welcome to Kandos). So to add to the demographic uncertainty our little family of 1 weird artist dad, 1 complicated writer mum, 1 10 year old with autism, and 1 eternally pissed off 5 year old, are about to join the mix. How fucking nuts is that!

Our new home
The 123 year old girl we’ve bought for the price of a good piece of art

By Betty Buttercake

Betty Buttercake used to party likes it's 1999 (it was). Now she meditates whenever she can, loves collecting kindling for the fire and tries to keep it real and nice.

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