I love living in the country.
I love the space, the clean air and the peace.
The early morning wake up call of the magpie, and the laugh of the kookaburra.
It's wonderful being only 8 minutes from town, and passing green paddocks with neatly lined bales of hay.
We stop the car in our long, steep driveway to say good morning to the kangaroos, who sit and watch us with interest.
I love the cows we see, who don't seem to have a care in the world.
My office is two minutes from the school, which comforts me. And I love knowing other people in our complex - in the newsagent, the cafe, the supermarket.
I love that our school is small with no more than 500 or so students.
The kids ride the quad bike and the motor bike around our 75 acre property while we sit on the deck of The Money Pit and watch.
The horses graze in the paddocks which always sets the country scene.
The little animals who pass through, pretty faced wallabies, echidnas and potaroos and the little possum who always stops by.
I love the normality of seeing a child on horseback going to school.
The kids wear their boots to play, and can get as dirty as they want.
And the fact that people don't stare if I wear my Akubra "to town".
We are waiting for our guinea fowl to nest and then we will have some babies to spoil.
I never thought living on a farm would be so sublime and that it would fit me so well.
Someday I want to sit and watch my grandchildren play. To let them know they can come "home" anytime.
I really feel this is where I belong. Our house will be a country house, with large wraparound verandahs that will just cry out for a wicker chair.
To me, the love of the country is in my genes even though this is the first time I've ever lived out of town. My mother and her family were born and raised in the country, and I really feel it has been passed on to me in some way.
And I've only just discovered this.
The most important thing of all is that even though we live in a shed, it still feels like home.