This blog disappeared for a bit due to some server issues after we moved. Which explains the lack of content for quite a while.
Settling back in Australia took on a whole new life of it’s own very quickly, and utter exhaustion for me. Mind you I arrived home tired after all the packing up in such a short time.
Recapping the last 9 months…
We went from a fairly restricted life on a compound, where the most we had to go was 5 minutes walk, to suddenly having freedom at our disposal. I was once again able to drive my car to the shops. Not be driven. Not have to get a taxi driver.
Me, in the car, on my own. Bliss!
Just going out for milk is such a pleasure. The novelty has still not worn of but of course it also means I join that elite group of people known as “taxi Mum’s and Dad’s.
Of course the same freedom that opened up to me also opened up to the kids and we have been trying all sorts of new adventures. Along with our usual swimming there has been singing, drum lessons, continued piano and various other outings on a regular basis.
We also enjoyed meeting up with other home-schoolers and joined a local co-op. This was a rare privilege out there. Here it is a weekly occurrence and they do lots of fun learning activities. We made some lovely friends through this already.
We rented a home in Sydney’s outskirts. Enjoyed the area but did not feel quite settled.
So one day in December, while hubby was home we got to chatting about where we should go – or to stay. Spur of the moment (after what had really been months of research on my part) we decided to jump in the car, head up the coast to a beachside town and have a look at a couple of rentals.
Long story short – we moved to Port Macquarie 3 weeks later.
Always wanting to be by the ocean, and needing to escape the “settled for rat race” I felt we were being drawn into, it seemed like just what we all needed.
So far it has proven to be true. It feels like we have finally come home. The weather is up and down and amazing. There is so much to see and do. We have a view of the ocean from our home and can walk to the beach in 2 mins – without crossing a road.
Older two have jobs, one is doing further study and the two younger ones are finding their feet also.
Me, still crazy busy. Loving driving them everywhere still. Not sure when that will wear off. Guess I do have 14 years with no driving (unless I was here or in the USA) to make up for.
It’s been a year of loss also. In May one of my longest dearest friends lost her husband. He was only 51 and leaves behind a gorgeous wife and 4 children. That one is going to be hard to understand.
My precious Aunt, whom I care very much for, also lost the love of her life. Being their Matron of Honour when they married was a privilege and I came to care for him very much too. Planning a funeral for him, helping her, and dealing with it all was a very big learning experience.
I decided this year that my One Little Word was to be Nurture. Not sure I have achieved it in quite the way I hoped but as I look at so many things that have happened this year perhaps it was the instinctive and right choice. Much of the time it was me nurturing others. So thankful I am able to be here and help.
Which brings me to now. June. Halfway through the year and no idea what the rest will hold. From here – perhaps slowing down a bit and trying to get some mojo back for being creative and blogging.
I might have to do a flashback series sometime down the track to document the last year.