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Even though I'm leaving..


Have you ever loved something with so much passion, that when it's time to move on it turns out to be one of the hardest things you have to do? Well, that's where I currently am. And it absolutely sucks.


For the past two years, I have been absolutely blessed to work with an amazing family, for an amazing company. No seriously - I hit the jackpot and it was only out of chance I ended up here. I find it hard to express just how grateful I am for the opportunity I was lucky enough to snatch up. Being respected for doing your job is one thing, but being accepted and respected as a part of a family, and the wider community, is a whole different thing. The relationships I have formed within the past two years are unlike many others.



I made the tough decision to at the start of the year, that this would be my final year with the family. I can't sit still for too long, I find I'm always on the look out for another adventure. I also have a tendencies to get 'lazy' just as I start to get too comfortable in the same position, which I absolutely hate. I didn't want to leave with the impression of that, so I thought two years was plenty.


As the school year comes to an end, I have found myself becoming quite upset due to the fact that when it ends, I will be departing as well. I know I would be more than welcome to come back at any time for a visit, but it really isn't the same, is it? I know that it's time to leave, time for a change, but the kids are my best friends. We hang out almost 24 / 7, and do almost everything together. Yet, it's not just that. In fact, it's a whole family affair. I have cups of tea with the the grandparents, whilst designing shirts with Nanna and convincing Pop to watch 'Farmer Wants a Wife' at dinner time, instead of his religious ABC news at 7 o'clock.


I will constantly stand in the kitchen with Mum whilst she's cooking dinner, or follow her around after knock off at the veggie patch, just chatting away. And Dad, well, lets just say he spent two years laughing at me thinking I could be a ringer on the weekends but somehow managing to get myself 10 x dirtier than everyone else (as can be seen to the left haha), getting burnt by the welder (but surprisingly not dropping the rail), getting chased up a rail in said new yard, or doing the job backwards - but hey, at least I tried.


I can't thank them enough, for the laughs, the blood, sweat and tears, the plagues of flies, the heart attacks from snakes, the life lessons, the nicknames and poddies, the falls and bruises, the paint stains on my favourite, oldest workshirt, but most importantly I can't thank them enough for being my second home and of course , for taking me in under their wings and being my chosen family.


I have grown up with an amazing supporting biological family, who shaped me into the person I am and for that I thank them with everything I have. However, this family has helped me grow in ways I didn't know were possible, within the previous two years and for that, I will be forever thankful.


I would like to think that I am leaving with even the smallest impact left behind, too. Not just on family, but the communities I have been involved with over this time as well. I have been fortunate enough to make life long friends with people all over the country, and of course the backpackers along the way too, that I will cherish forever.












As I start to pack my bags to head home for the summer before my next adventure, I leave with a full and content heart, a sense of belonging, knowledge that wasn't previously held within and a place that I know will always be home and no matter where life takes me, somewhere that I will be welcomed back to, even for those quick visits. So, in the wise words of Luke Combs, "Even though I'm leaving, I ain't going no where".


Much Love,


Jaq xx







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