City Mouse Grows Green

This is me, The City Mouse, and my suburban born-and-bred husband of four months. Don't look like your vision of fruit & veg farmers? Well, we're not!

Not so very long ago, I was sitting in a pimped-out office building in the heart of profitable-non-profitville in Washington, D.C. My days were filled with site performance reports, metrics analysis, millions of dollars in advertising accounts, and "doing lunch" with my equally urbane co-workers. Life was good. I had a nice car, a gorgeous suburban apartment, a 90 minute commute, and a healthy bank account.

Then it happened...I fell for a boy. Boy, oh boy!

Skimming past the gory details, suffice it to say that two years of long-distance romance was about two years too many. So on January 29th, I packed my last bag, checked my Visa was securely stamped inside the US Passport, abandoned the ice-cold Maryland winter and boarded a plane, landing two days later in the mid-summer bake of Adelaide, South Australia.

I left "Beautifully appointed, exposed brick 2x2 with parquet floors and a lush, green courtyard view," and became the proud co-owner of "Dilapidated former government house, with shell-pink brick, shifting foundations, and three overgrown gardens crisping nicely in immeasurable drought!"

These days, my time is filled with making meals, washing dishes, folding laundry, and digging in the dirt. I'm a stranger in a very strange land, and together, my husband and I are trying to turn this neglected suburban plot of land into a fruitful and nourishing place to call home.

Crazy, you say? Nah. Visionary.

Stick around and see what we do with this home-and-garden adventure, gone Down Under.