“How many weeks until Australia now, mummy?’ – This is the question I’m dealing with on a daily basis, from the 4 year old. It’s quite handy really, having a per diem reminder, my personal countdown calendar. It’s also very cute, how excited he is about the impending move. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m hyped about it all too. BUT, 4 WEEKS!!
Actually, at the time this goes to publish, it’ll be time to exit the UK stage left, in just under 4 weeks.
The reality is now scaring me ever so slightly* (*understatement of the century). Just like any other creature of habit (so, like each & every one of us then) stepping outside of my comfort zone, away from what I know & have, isn’t easy, but I couldn’t be readier for this new chapter & the adventures that await. Prepared & organized? Pahhahahahaha, you’re kidding, right?!
It sounds a little morbid, but every time I visit London now, or meet up with friends, I have the thought in the back of my mind that this, could be the last time. Ok, sounding a little dramatic there: I’ve no doubt we’ll intend to return to the UK for a holiday, & good friends will always remain present in our lives via the wonders that be facetime & skype. The fact is, travelling from Australia to the UK will cost us a small fortune & given the time difference, those video calls won’t be as frequent as the direct personal interaction we currently enjoy.
The biggest challenge I’m facing isn’t the logistical or practical aspect involved with trotting to the other side of the world (very little of which, I have much control over) but the emotional objections that every single fiber of my being goes against: Plucking my son away from stability, from a preschool he adores & away from family who cherish him, for what is currently, a complete unknown. It sounds crazy.
The only control I have right now seems to be the ability to not loose my shit entirely (so far, so good on this front), meticulously manage flights & initial accommodation bookings, & making endless ‘to do lists’- of a completely different nature to any I’ve written before, may I add.
Despite my feelings that we are completely bonkers, I’m still confident at this stage that jumping ship & following our dreams, no matter how insanely mad they may seem, is the right move for our family.
Besides, the Mad Hatter said to Alice ‘You’re entirely bonkers. But I’ll tell you a secret. All the best people are’ (that’s right, I’m comparing our real life sitch to a fictional novel)
So, here’s to being a bit bonkers, but following your heart anyway. & A mountain of to-do-lists I need to winnow (if you want me, I’ll be in a heap on the floor hiding beneath them!). Go forth & be bonkers my friends 😉