Meach Ya Later

I couldn’t really allow the enormity of what we had chosen to embark on filter through too deeply before we left. We had many boxes to tick and knew that there would be a time and a place for that. Dave and I were both simply focusing on the glass of champagne we would be sharing together in the final hours before we left Aus, knowing that by then, everything that needed to be sorted before we left would be.

So moving through the house sale campaign, planning the entire itinerary, organising the kids distance education, nursing our dog through major abdominal surgery from swallowing a fricken nectarine seed, then transporting him, our 314,890 indoor plants and my car to Dave’s parents, selling our other car, securing the right travel insurance that ensured Dave’s bike and him were covered in the event of an accident, decluttering the house, and decluttering the house and decluttering the house, saying my final goodbyes to my face to face clients and organising last walks, coffees, wines and snuggles with my favourite people ……………………. meant when it came to taking the very first sip, Champagne has never, ever tasted soooo damn good! This was also possibly due to the fact it was French as we were sitting in the Qantas first class lounge thanks to Dave’s platinum membership from living half of his life in the air and away from home.

I may have said to the kids “eat up peeps, we’ve earned this and it’s highly likely on our ‘travel budget’, you won’t see food of this caliber for a long time!!!”

Dave and I looked at each other, brought our delicate glassware together and said “We bloody did it!!.” Here we are, where we said we would be, looking our next chapter square in the eye.

I think it was only in the final week in Sydney that I allowed the anticipation and enormity bubble to the surface. I remember welling up reflecting on all we had achieved with our home which literally bought me to my knees, my career transition and setting up The Family Nest and the wonderful friendships we had made. I feel so grateful for where we lived and the relationships we have formed.

While there were times in those final weeks where it felt so good to say this house is no longer ours and we have no fixed address, it wasn’t until we were half way to Bali that the flood gates opened and out flowed the emotions. I turned to Dave with tears running down my cheeks and said “But Babe we don’t have a home” He looked back at me with the expression on his face that suggested it was only a matter of time until he would have to hold me close while I cried and processed the enormity of what we had done. He’s really, REALLY good at that BTW 🤫 (Note to the fellas following along!) 😉

It has been a big adjustment for all of us throughout this first week. The thing we will always be able to count on though, is the strength of our relationships and the deep bond we share.

Here are a few of my thoughts:

Having to brush your teeth with bottled water is a pain in the arse AND I’m really grateful to have clean water.

The sound of an old fashioned whistling kettle is glorious.

Not having a dishwasher is fine.

When you simply trust that things will eventually come together after initial frustrations, they usually do.

Living amongst living, green plants significantly contributes to my positive emotional state and sense of wellbeing.

I could NEVER, EVER be a school teacher. 🤦‍♀️

If i’m hot and bothered i’m a bitch. 😠

Having the ABC radio on as I fall asleep calms me and connects me to my home land.

There is always someone around who can help.

I really, really love my family and sometimes they shit me to tears.

It’s surprising how many wears you can get out of one outfit 😳

The coffee is shit here and I just keep pretending it’s not. 😬

Spacially seperating ourselves from each other regularly, makes it more likely we will all survive without one member of the family harming another. 🤪

Gecko’s make REALLY loud noises at night

The food here in Bali is exceptional

I have zero, like I mean ZERO sense of direction and I have absolutely no interest in moving out of my comfort zone on this. 🙅‍♀️

I am a bad arse scooter rider 🛵 and follow @davidmeacham like he’s towing me!

When the gym up the road has an entry fee of $1.25 (probably because three quaters of the machines don’t work) is full of flogs with over inflated muscles and egos, I still have every right to be there. 🏋️‍♀️

When we slow down, time seems to slow down.

Bintang is a really good beer

I haven’t thought much about Australia but I have thought about the people I’m connected to there.

Not having a TV is a good thing but sometimes I just want to sit and veg out in front of some shitty reality show.

I’m really looking forward to continuing to share our journey with you. Please feel free to comment and share how what we are experiencing has got you thinking, impacted you in some way or invited you to do something differently.

Cheers,

Karins