Renting Your House for a Year While You Travel The World. The Reality.

Renting Your House for a Year While You Travel The World. The Reality.

Before you begin the process of renting your house to another family, shifting your whole life into the loft so that you can live out your latest dream and travel the world for a year with your family, you will wrongly assume that you are living a sort of normal, clean, unattached life.

You will have this illusion that possessions mean nothing to you, that you’re a hippy chic that could wipe around her relatively clean and tidy house with a bleachy cloth and be out of the door and on the next plane to Florida before the sun sets.

And oddly enough, other people will have this misconception of you too.

They will come round to your house for dinner, see a clean on the surface house but will never be allowed to venture into the bedrooms. They may see a dog that has just been walked and so doesn’t sit there with her teeth chattering when someone picks up her ball.

Or they might see kids that have just been rollicked and warned that if they get the phone out at dinner, there will be hell to pay. And finally, they will see a husband and wife that always seem so relaxed and chilled but who actually downed half a bottle of rum before you arrived.

You and I have a lot in common. Let’s be friends. (more…)

Stop Worrying About The Future. It Hasn’t Happened Yet.

Stop Worrying About The Future. It Hasn’t Happened Yet.

Worrying about the future. That’s what I’ve been up to. This post is over a week old. I’ve been too scared to share it with you. It’s a post about worrying about the future and what that looks like.  I couldn’t bring myself to hit the publish button. I thought you might think I was a big baby. A mardy scaredy pants. And then I remembered my promise to you -that I would always tell you the truth. And so here it is. My diary from ten mornings ago. Written at 7 am after having spent half the night lying awake worrying about the future. Worrying about our big adventure. To leave everything behind and travel the world for a year. (more…)

Can I Start a Travel Blog and Leave Everything Behind for a Year?

Can I Start a Travel Blog and Leave Everything Behind for a Year?

Is it possible to leave everything behind for a whole year? The house, the job, the schooling, the bills. The dog. Is that possible? Leave everything behind and go and travel the world. Could I start a travel blog? Take two teenagers, a shed load of hormones, four rucksacks, and a fistful of savings and go around the world? Am I too old? These are the questions have been plaguing me for the past few months.

We are somewhat addicted to change, Brian and I, and have always lived by the rule that if something wasn’t making us completely happy than we would have to set about changing it. Live life differently. (more…)

Judging the Judgemental​.

Judging the Judgemental​.

Judging the judgemental is like watching a dog chase its tail around in circles endlessly. It is a pointless exercise. You will never bite off the tail.

Judging The Judgemental And How We Need To Catch From Ourselves Doing It.

Dear judgemental person,

I am trying really hard not to judge you for what you said about me. I know that judging you for being judgmental of me, is like (more…)

Living with Hormones. Surviving on Hormoans.

Living with Hormones. Surviving on Hormoans.

Living with hormones. You have to love the little buggers, don’t you? Let’s face it, they’re with us whether we like it or not. Bouncing around in their cute, fluffy playground. Crying, fragile, throwing tantrums, refusing to play ball and getting all upset. Twisting the swing round and round until they feel dizzy.  Becoming unbalanced because someone heavier sits on the see-saw.

Want to know my favourite of all hormones? The one that has plagued my adult life;

f-o-r-e-v-e-r? (more…)

30-40. What I wish I’d known then.

30-40. What I wish I’d known then.

I had my first child when I was 30. He started school when I was 34. You think you know it all at 30, but of course, this isn’t true. Nor at 40, and probably not 50, 60, 70 or 80 either. I suppose life would be boring if we knew it all. Sort of.  But. There are things that I do know now, things that had I known then would have made my life a damn sight easier. Or maybe just my conscience clearer. Mostly around the whole school thing.

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