Since I was eighteen I have lived in the Perth Eastern Hills, the area in which I grew up and swore never to return.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s a beautiful part of Perth, but…with wide open spaces and the closest neighbour a kilometre away, claustrophobic is how I feel. Now that may not make a lot of sense to you, so I’ll explain how I’ve come to this conclusion.
Ultimately I am a people person. I love the hustle and bustle of city living, the convenience of cafe’s around every corner, shopping centres just five minutes away. Spur of the moment decisions can be made and you’re in the heart of activity, if you so desire.
Living in the hills means schedules…planning in advance, or else time slips away and your four walls is where you stay. Whilst you may have space for an impressive entertaining area and a swimming pool of olympic size, unless you fill that space with family and friends the atmosphere is not the same.
Relaxed, quiet and isolated may sound like bliss, but having lived the lifestyle for most of my life, I feel caged.
For ten days I am housesitting for my sister, writing time for me and a break from the hills. I can’t describe the sense of freedom I feel being so close to the beach, to Fremantle, to human life. The atmosphere is alive with each breath I inhale.
I have always wanted to move to Melbourne, toyed with the idea of London, even if only for six months, but this week I discovered that Perth still has its possibilities. I am no hills girl, never have been despite where I chose to live…a change of location is on the horizon, and I can’t wait to make it happen.
❤ Renee x