Article by Diane Priestley
Leaving home is a process. Sometimes we must rip off the band-aid fast and feel the sting; other times ease it off gently.
Number One son, Daniel had launched himself into adult life in spectacular style a few years before. He is now a successful entrepreneur and acclaimed public speaker. A hard act to follow, but eventually it was his little sister’s turn.
The first time our beautiful daughter, Justine left home she was 17, straight out of high school as a dazzling, award-scooping High Achiever.
In a blaze of glory she moved to Brisbane city, an hour’s monotonous drive from our Sunshine Coast home. We helped her transport her stuff to the tiny flat with her gal pal and toasted her freedom with a cup of tea...