One of the hard decisions to leave our life here on the Limestone Coast, was to leave our limestone farmhouse. It has been a warm and welcoming home for us over the past 10 months, the largest home we’ve ever lived in, another farmhouse to add to our long resume of old ramshackle homes we’ve made our own.
We’re living in a semi-packed up state at the moment, isn’t that fun?! We took all we could fit in the car, ute and trailer home to Gippsland last weekend – leaving our walls bare and the feeling of home that our limestone farmhouse once had gone. Before I began the big pack-up I captured some images of our home here at ‘Carlton’, just as it was whilst we were it’s custodians…
From it’s temperamental fireplace, raining soot and rain down the chimney in the kitchen, non-flushing toilet for weeks on end, mice infested old wood stove and that damn sink – we have honestly loved living within the thick, stone walls of ‘Carlton’.
The long wide central hallway, high ceilings, wrap around verandahs, large rooms and walk-in huge pantry I will definitely miss. It is where we imagined bringing our baby home, that’s probably the hardest part to wrap my head around. Packing up the spare bedroom/future nursery I’ve wondered where our baby will end up resting his or her head instead. But, we’ve lived in other houses where I’ve looked in the spare bedroom door and imagined it as our future child’s room as well. Six moves in five years will do that.
Farewell limestone farmhouse, you’ve been a beautiful home to us.