Alexandria and nearby Newtown was a great place for a young family. As a stay at home mum I found the offerings of our local playgroup invaluable, G made many good friends there, as did I. I felt like I was part of the community. Rain or shine my girls and I would be out and about. I know which pavements are too narrow for my buggy; I know the short cuts; I know every inch of every park.
So the decision to move away, out to the suburbs, was a tough one. Giving up all that was familiar to us; the great parks, the great kids facilities, er… the great coffee shops. However, we desperately needed more space and although it was a painful one, it was the right decision for our family.
I will miss the faces that passed us by in the street. I’ll miss the bloke that looks just like my friend Barnes, who I always smile at, because even though he is not my friend Barnes, seeing him still brightens my day. I’ll miss the local ‘characters’ like the ‘Good onya darl’ lady who affectionately punches any passing mums on the arm, declaring… yes, you’ve got it… “Good onya darl!” (I won’t do the accent). Although, if I’m honest, I wont miss the punches. I’ll miss all the other mothers, who I know, but don’t know; the ladies with whom I have exchanged a knowing smile that says “Yes! I understand!”.
We had many special moments in our little house, things I will never forget; my husband’s marriage proposal, my family visiting from the UK for our wedding, bringing G home from the hospital, G taking her first tentative steps, bringing C home from the hospital and introducing G to her baby sister. All those sleepless nights! All those early mornings!
I had tears in my eyes when we moved out of our little house on Belmont Street. We arrived as a couple and now we’re a family. We’ll make our new house our home and I know we’ll be happy, but I will always have a special place in my heart for Alexandria and Belmont Street.