Yes we’ve done it, we’ve bought a beach shack on the coast of the Caribbean in Mexico. We’ve shaken hands and emptied the piggy bank for what is, actually, a 20 year old trailer under a palm frond roof….5 star it ain’t (though it may have tea/coffee facilities and a trouser press).
But it’s on the ocean and the water is turquiose AND the kids can run barefoot AND the sea breeze blows through whilst you sleep AND the ocean crashes on the rocks below our windows and turtles nest in the white sand beach.
(that’s our yard)
If our timing is anything to go by,.. arriving to Hawaii’s erupting volcano days after the lava flow ground to a halt; taking the Vancouver whale watching tour the day after the entire pod of 40 Killer Whales swam, jumped and frolicked whilst humpback whales looked on: arriving in Texas the day after the famous, once a year Rodeo…I could go on but you get the idea…Well it’s the start of the hurricane season that’s all I’m saying!!!
So if it’s still there when we move there end of August you’re all invited!
Gone is the plan to head for Oz, the far East and New Zealand as was our original intention. The real truth is it’s God damn hard living in a confined space with 2 boys who’s ‘go to’ activity is punching the sh*t out of each other. I haven’t even touched on our shocking lack of ability to homeschool. So they’re going to school.
The Danby Circus tour has come to an end We’re done!
I want shelves for my stuff! I want more than a square foot of kitchen worktop space.
This world is more beautiful than I’d imagined. I feel like we’ve been living in the pages of national geographic some days. But there’s only so much you can take in. Who know’s for how long, I know I’m not ready to come home yet. My yearning for a different life to the commuter wife, middle England, prep school mother is strong.
Russ is not so convinced about our move, strangely he feels too young to ‘retire’ and wonders what the hell he’s going to do! Keeps banging on about getting back to work and securing our financial future. He’s got a point I’d have us barefoot and living on mung beans whilst wondering why my children are illiterate and I’m selling my diamonds to buy more mung beans.
We might be like those lazy little piggies in the straw house when the wind blows, running from the wolf (hurricane) whilst everyone else will be sitting pretty in bricks & mortar.
This is not a sensible secure safe decision,
It’s from the heart!
I want the boys to have freedom and sunshine. And Goddamn it…I NEED heat!