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We are lucky enough to own (well, you know, paying the bank for it) a gorgeous block of land with a fairytale cottage, right on the edge of the Dandenong Ranges forest. It's steep - not a great deal of flat land to work with. It gets a little bit scary in bad weather, as these gum trees have a bad habit of falling down.

But it's home. Actually, it's feeling more and more like home lately. For a long time it felt like a terrible mistake - the house was unfinished (still is really), and we were both working in the city - over an hour commute each way. But now, with a toddler running around claiming all the territory as "mine!", and with uncountable hours of labour (mostly hubby's, but also friends and hired help), it's starting to feel like it really is home.

As my husband says, "we're not bloody moving now, not after all the time and money we've poured into it!"