I moved to Melbourne at 18. It was the very best thing to do. The diversity of people there meant that there was someone for everyone. The subcultures to be found in each suburb ensured that eventually I would find my tribe. At the time I was singing in a band playing gigs at various Melbourne pubs. I loved singing but I was not well suited to rock and roll life. I was accustomed to dinner table conversations boisterous and debating at six o’clock: sound checks, plugging guitars into amps and repeating ‘testing’ ‘testing’ never brought out the best in me.
I tried hard at times to connect to local musicians, but it never really worked. Perhaps because they were more awakened. I was still in a sleepy state, having only just moved out of home, a home that although loving had completely sheltered me.
I was also never a drinker nor a smoker and at times I think that this made me appear very conservative or ‘straight’. It was even suggested that I might have been religious. I just simply found no pull towards either, drinking nor smoking. Great food, varied and multi-ethnic, Merchant Ivory Films and E.M Forster novels were my vice.
My recent move to Daylesford has prompted me to make new friends and to make them quickly. I enjoy the company of others too much to want to miss out on it for months on end. I also really love living a village life, hence the name of this blog. My favourite gift is going into town and bumping in to people I know, or people I can get to know, strangers at cafe’s that exude an interesting story, an octogenarian full of historical anecdotes and perspectives, a traveler working abroad, the list goes on and is all inclusive.
A few months into the move here I attended a book launch and there I met Alison with one L.
She said ‘your daughter is starting at her new school tomorrow so you will be needing a coffee date?’ and a new friendship was born.
A few weeks ago Alison came for dinner and brought us some home made sourdough bread. It was moist and airy and beautifully presented. I explained that I was refraining from getting back into sourdough baking until the larder and kitchen island bench had been finished but could I come watch her make her bread…