What a difference two years makes.
It’s been two years since we travelled on our first family road trip to SA. Two years since we played on beautiful beaches and ran up and down glorious sand dunes.
Two years since Christmas was spent cool and children rugged up, instead of hot and muggy.
Since we last did this trip, all our children have grown up just that little bit, making the whole process more enjoyable and memorable.
The last time we were here in Coffin Bay, the bushes at the shack were smaller, the sun seemed harsher, and there were a few less houses.
Two years ago, we left on our return trip to pause at a crossroads; metaphorical and literal. As we filled up the car at Port Augusta, we looked at all the road signs and saw our options: Adelaide, Perth, or home to Darwin.
We took the last but only because we had to.
Life is a funny thing sometimes.
We had no idea what was in store for us, and we were so tired of struggling. Darwin is hot, and expensive and the housing market is impossible. There are no nice beaches that you can ride a jet ski at, and you can’t buy Farmers Union Feel Good Chocolate Milk.
Two years ago, it had nothing going for it at all as far as we we’re concerned.
So we tried to move.
Boatman applied for jobs to be told ‘yes! We’ll call you soon!’ And then overnight positions were made redundant, or the hiring officer left the company.
It was completely ridiculous how much things couldn’t go right.
Eventually, we gave up trying. The doors were not opening for us, and it wasn’t meant to be. We settled back into Territorian life, conceding defeat, and tried to make the best of it.
On the surface our lives are the same. We live in the same house, in the same city, go to the same church, and the kids still attend the same school. We have the same friends and order takeaway from the same places. I still shop at the same Coles.
The only really noticeable difference is Boatman’s change of job and career, and our attitude.
Two years ago, we were searching and desperate for change, but not for all the reasons. we thought (cheaper housing, nice beaches etc.) What we really wanted was purpose. To know that we were doing what we should be, and be enjoying our lives.
Turns out you don’t always have to move to the opposite end of the country to find that.
Sometimes you just have to be open to the possibilities and opportunities staring you right in the face.
Where we are, and where I have always been, is exactly where we’re supposed to be.
Looking forward to 2013, I’m feeling fairly contemplative. Looking at how far we have come, and still have to go. Renewing focus and choosing to get rid of the negative and anything that’s going to hold me back.
Two years ago, I sat on the same balcony I’m sitting on now as I write this, thinking of the future, and what it could hold. What changes were on the horizon.
Now I sit here, thinking similar thoughts, but instead of trying to make big changes, I’m set on making small ones. Step by step, moment by moment, moving forward and living every day of my life with purpose and passion.
And I can’t wait.