Thanks for the memories
ALL good things must come to an end, and it is with a sad heart I sit in my office and finish up my last Balonne Beacon.
Coming to the Balonne Shire as a timid 20-year-old, this week I leave as a 22-year-old who has fallen in love with your little patch of south-west Queensland.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think that in such a short amount of time I would make memories that would last a lifetime - the good, the great and the not so good.
In my first month in StGeorge, I became a house renter, my car was bogged at Flinton, I fell prey to heatstroke at the Dirranbandi show and I had my first look at council elections.
After a few weeks, I was soon known around town as the new Beacon lady who "was not from around here,” but that suited me fine, with people bending over backwards to help me settle in.
Once the weather cooled to a manageable degree, I soon understood why locals love living here.
Looking back, the past 18months have been a whirlwind of experiences, from learning to shoot a gun, discovering a love of ballet and trying my hand at dragon boat racing to volunteering at the Blue Light discos and events during the year, getting an up close and personal look of the Australian Army and so much more.
Though it was not without heartache, when an unfortunate accident meant taking a two-month hiatus after breaking my collarbone last August.
Thank you so very much, Balonne Shire, for taking me under your wing and becoming my surrogate family.
Until next time, goodbye.