In 5 days time, I will be on a plane on the way to Vietnam for a 12 day stay. Don’t get me wrong, I am excited by this, but my emotions are much more apprehensive than they are excited. I will be going with my school, helping to supervise 15 students in Grade 6 and Year 7. The trip itself sounds awesome and I am so incredibly lucky to be able to go with the group, albeit as their “interpreter”. My Vietnamese is not too bad and will well and truely pass for most things, but this is not why I have a sense of apprehension.
Since moving to this property of ours, I have totally lost my desire to travel. I still wish to visit the beautiful places around the world and see all the ancient wonders, but the pull that once had on me is no longer as strong. The travelling can wait, there are more important things in life to do and travelling, to me, is an extreme luxury. Instead, the more time I spend here with my beautiful (and often crazy 🙂 ) family, the more I connect with the land, and the life we are forging for ourselves. The dream, as difficult and rediculously far fetched as it may seem to some, is something that drives me to do what I do, for the sake of the land, the environment and ultimately my children.
It is not that our famliy was not happy before we moved here, we were, very happy infact and doing what we loved on a small scale. But the move to the countryside, the open space, the fresh air, the farmyard animals, the orchard, the veggie garden, the peace and the quiet, has all enhanced our lives so much more. Sure we still have our disagreements, and dinner time is almost always trying, but there just seems to be a sense of calm that was not there before.
So am I apprehensive? Yes, but only because I will miss my family and miss my home.