Going Home After A Year Of Travel

Going Home After A Year Of Travel

Alright. I promised you a coming home post, so here it is.

Firstly, let me say that just because we are back in New Zealand, it doesn’t mean that it’s the end of this blog. Far from it. Thanks to you lovely people this travel blog has grown enormously, and I am not about to give it up now. Especially as it has recently begun to pay for my family to sleep in hotels and supplements mummys wine habit.

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How To Live A Life Of Travel With Kids Who Want To Go Home.

How To Live A Life Of Travel With Kids Who Want To Go Home.

We have been travelling the world as a family for exactly ten months. Within that time we have visited endless countries and slept in beds, sheds, and in vehicles that I wasn’t sure we would come out of alive. I’m not going to go into the ins and outs of where we’ve been and what we have done, just know that our long-term travel lifestyle has been incredible; I feel as though we have been to the end of the earth on a cloud. (more…)

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…)

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