With my future travel aspirations luring me off to the greater world I often wonder if I will miss home. After reading a post by Candice on How Do You Define Home the other day it made me think about it even more.
I grew up in a little country town called Casterton which is recognized as the birthplace of the Kelpie breed of Australian Working Dog. With just on a population of 2000 people, growing up here made for a close community where everybody knew everybody and sport ruled all. The town is dominated by farmers and working class people.
My parents, grandparents and great grandparents lived here (even further back I’m sure). My parents own the local Butcher Shop and my mum also works in one of the local Banks. Not only that but I can’t count the number of local groups my mother helps out with, and my dad well among other things has been the local Scout Leader since way back when I was in it.
Just about all of my family still live here or nearby helping to keep the homely feeling whenever I do return to visit. Driving into town over the rolling hills instantly makes me feel at ease, and when i hit the road our house is on it all just feels right, like the rest of the world doesn’t exist while I am here.
To know just how much of a community there is, yesterday I had to get petrol for my parents and add it onto their account (yes this little old town still does accounts for everything you can buy). The owner knew who I was before I spoke even though I had not seem him for well over 2-3 years. Again on Christmas Eve, strolled into the local pub like old times. Annie behind the bar recognised me before I had made it to the bar and was already asking me what I had been up too.
People come and go in the town but it seems that the old charm from when I was growing up never left. Casterton is a typical aussie country town built on a community that loves where they live and is always willing to help a mate.
Unlike others who grow up in the city or have moved, the house my family lives in is the same I have known all my life. I look around and see memories everywhere, from the spot I used to work on my push bike to helping my dad work the garden.
As a future traveler where i will be roaming the world I know home will always be in Casterton. Where the memories flow like a raging river and there will always be a friendly face to say g’day too.
If you ever make it into this part of the world, stay a day, say g’day and get acquainted with the town I love. See my father and he might even hook you up with a steak you will never forget.