We’re back… and its not the same
February 2016 was the month our family felt every fucking emotion under the sun. Excitement, empowerment, fear, loss, nervousness, sadness, doubt, love and gratitude. You name it. We felt it.
Before we set foot on that one way flight to Kuala Lumpur we had stripped our selves of possessions, our jobs, friend and family. We were going into something we had no idea where we were going but we went ahead with it anyway!
We have been back for five weeks now and the number one question we get is “How was your trip?”. How do you articulate to someone in a few words a life changing experience that happened over 6 months. “Yeah it was good” is all that seems to come out. As time has gone on and we keep getting asked the question, we share more of our experience. Just because the 6 months has ended doesn’t mean we aren’t still trying to process the whole thing and what it means for us now.
Its a strange feeling being somewhere so familiar yet so unfamiliar at the same time. We are both not working (well I teach two yoga classes a week. Is two hours of work a week considered work?) we don’t have a car, the kids are at a different school, Gerhard and I are looking at complete career changes, Gerhard’s at a new fighting gym, YET everything else is still the same. The staff at Coles, the man who does Tai Chi in the park, the traffic.. all that shit is still the same.
Travel has a way of stripping everything you thought you were and what you think you know. It makes you question who you are not only as an individual but as a mother, father, daughter, husband and friend. We grow up influenced by family, culture, religion, school and our community. So it becomes our normal right?
Travel challenges all the labels we create for our selves and others. I am this, we are this, they are that. Travel has a way of pulling those labels away and can make you feel bare and uncomfortable and not knowing who the fuck you are.
What have we learnt? Many things!! How to love those who aren’t the same as us, how to slow down and just be, how to be comfortable in a uncomfortable situation, how to be patient, grateful and kind, how to expect the unexpected but most of all we have learnt non attachment. Not attaching our selves to places, to people, to labels and to our past.
EVERYTHING comes and goes. Our job, our emotions, our friends and yes our family.
We are scared as fuck. But for different reasons this time.
By not having this attachment, it has given us the freedom to be who we want to be. As a family and as individuals. We live our lives how we want to and not how we should be. It can be a scary feeling knowing you are putting your self out there 100% but learning what we did the last 6 months we cant not go back to how we were living.
We are still “travelling” in our heads and we haven’t quite settled down and I’m not sure if we really will. I mean we only just stopped living out of our packing squares two weeks ago.
We are off to Rarotonga in 8 weeks for my best friends wedding and currently planning our dream trip we have been talking about for over 6 years. We always told our selves we would celebrate our 10 year wedding anniversary in Japan with the kids. That is still 3 years away so we said fuck it lets just go next year. Life is too short to sit around and wait.
Here’s the funny part. We have next to zero income coming in but this is the difference. We know we will get there and nobody will tell us other wise. This is what travel has done for us.
Given us a no fucks given attitude, a sense of adventure and a reason to dream big because we can.