*Moving back to Sydney
This is one of those practical posts designed to alert you all to the fact I am *see subject line.
I have loved my time in the country. I’ve had a blast growing veggies, mothering chickens and kicking my heels up at the Tamworth Country Music Festival. I’ve made some rad friends, spent time with my family and satisfied my yearning for a (mostly) fallow social season.
I’ve tried to meet guys and failed. The whole Farmer Wants a Wife thing is a complete myth. All the good ones are married with tribes of rosy-cheeked brats and the ones that are left? There’s a reason for that (ie they’re old, crazy or related to the Milats).
I’d harboured fantasies of becoming a Labrador-owning, Range Rover driving Agriculture woman who looked pretty hot in RM Williams.
Sadly, that is just not me. I am an Inner Westie. I like Champagne and tattoos and left wing politics. I have nothing in common with people that shoot things for fun.
So, if you know anyone who wants to hire a Tourism PR with a big mouth, big ideas and big dreams, you know where I am.
Thank you Tamworth!