One of the novelties I’ve enjoyed about calling Tassie home for a good part of this year has been the distinct four seasons that allow you to appreciate the ebb and flow of the year in new ways. Despite Tassie’s reputation for ‘life below zero’, it’s actually the same...read more
Hello friends! I’m very pleased to report that we are back in Tassie after three months on the mainland, housesitting in Sydney, Forster, Nelson Bay and Melbourne. Tasmanians affectionately refer to Tassie as ‘The Little Island’ and mainland Australia as ‘The Big...read more
Six years ago today, Art Boy and I made some promises to each other: Carl, today I choose you to be my husband, To be united with you in spirit and purpose. I promise to love and comfort you, hold you close, Prize you above all others and be faithful to you all of our...read more
A blog about why I’ve been finding it difficult to blog lately For the last year or so Carl and I have been digging into a personality archetype system called The Enneagram (Carl in particular has been getting prettttty into it, so apologies to our friends and family...read more
The girl stood on the edge of the bay, cold water moving closer in quiet, steady sighs. She knew this place and it knew her. Hers was not a life lived in separation; divided by ‘inside and out’, ‘land and sea’. Even the clothing that concealed her from her environment...read more
Here’s the secret about simplifying your life: Sometimes it just leads to really boring days. It’s getting cold down here in Tassie and Carl and I have been settling into life lived at a different pace. We’ve just got back from a fortnight’s stint housesitting my...read more
Carl and I have been staying at my parents’ place (read “mooching”) in a small town called Poatina about 45 minutes south of Launceston, which is home to about 115 permanent residents. Moving from Marrickville – one of Sydney’s most ‘happening’ suburbs – we honestly...read more
*Image from here. I wrote this piece around this time last year on a train journey to visit my friend/ second mum, Ruth Jones, on her rural property in Wee Jasper near Yass NSW. It’s the outcome of an exercise in sensory mindfulness - paying attention to the present...read more
The most common response I’ve had from people when they hear about The Year of Simplicity has been, “Shut up! I’m so jealous. I wish I could do that.” Well, sister (or brother as the case may be), I’m here to tell you that you can. As I mentioned in my last post, the...read more
It’s been a week since we shut the door on a trailer containing all of our earthly possessions and drove away from Sydney in pursuit of a dream that has been five years in the making. After trouble-shooting some issues with the van (poor Ness was none too...read more
I always said that the day my Lebanese nut shop closed was the day I’d leave Marrickville. Well it seems my prophecy has almost come to pass. My beloved Hashem’s grocer near Dulwich Hill Station (owned by Abdul and Rhonda and their family) may not have...read more
Heart, you are doing an amazing job at keeping the ball rolling on life in the midst of the chaos and stress and exhaustion of packing. I know you hate moving. I know you hate living and working in a home that looks like the entire contents of your life...read more
This one was from a few years ago. I was between freelance contracts, had some extra time on my hands and was toying with the idea of starting a blog. I purchased a domain name, set up a wordpress account and wrote the welcome message, but nothing ever came of it....read more
I wrote this piece back in 2012 – before Carl and I were even married let alone hatching our Sydney escape plan – but as you can tell, I was already struggling with the giant share-house that is big city apartment living. __________________ Big city...read more
Hi guys, Tabitha here.
I’m a copywriter & content creator in the process of leaving life in frantic Sydney Australia with my jewellery artist man-friend Carl and our van Ness.
As much as I love the creative culture of my local community, I’ve struggled with the pace of life, the pollution, the disconnection from the natural environment and the obscene cost of living.
It’s scary, but it’s happening. I hope you can join me on this adventure as I try to create a simpler, more natural life.
First stop: Tasmania.