You know how sometimes, in life, you say something, and you honestly, really, truly mean it, and then it happens, and you wonder what the hell you were thinking?
Or you write something down, and again, you one hundred percent stand by what you say, and you believe every single words, and then only a short time later you’re looking at what you wrote thinking, why didn’t someone tell you to never write anything ever again?
Well that appears to be my life this year.
One random turn of events after another.
Remember back on the eve of the New Year, when I wrote this post about how I really felt like I needed this year to be different, and needed some direction?
And remember how we all (and when I say all, I mean me and like three other people) thought that this whole Bing Bong thing was that new big change of life, direction for the future, answer to prayer that I had been carrying on about at the end of last year?
Yeah, well it wasn’t. Not totally anyway.
Boatman came back from Bing Bong almost two weeks ago, vowing to never go back. There are a multitude of reasons as to why, and some of them are not meant to be shared in so public a forum, but the main driving factor was the complete lack of communication with home. By the end we were confined to one email a day, and no more phone calls. Which was hard for me but impossible for tiny children who can barely write their name, let alone type a letter to their dad.
There were other reasons as well, and like I said, they are not all mine for sharing, but the outcome was that Boatman realised that what he thought was his dream job, was more like a nightmare. It wasn’t what he had expected at all, and as such, wasn’t what he wanted to do. He still wants to work on the water, but not on tug boats, not in such remote locations, and more in the fishing/aqua culture industry.
Whilst that clarity of direction was well and truly welcomed, it meant that he was coming home with no actual job direction; or basically, no actual job. His previous contract was well and truly finished, and there was absolutely nothing else around.
Nothing local that is.
Way back in November of last year, we were sitting around the dining table and Boatman was checking the job listings. As usual there was nothing in Darwin, but there were a few interstate. One in Tassie, a couple in Cairns and one in Coffin Bay, SA. On a whim I made the comment ‘well just apply for them! It can’t hurt to try, and a job interstate is better than no job at all!’
Famous last words.
The day he left for his stint at Bing Bong, he received a call from Coffin Bay Oyster Farms asking for an interview. Obviously he had to decline on account of being about to board a plane to his dream job.
A week into said dream job, he emailed the company back and said that if they still hadn’t employed someone by the time he was back, he would still like to be considered for the position.
Amazingly they said yes, and the day after he got home, he had two telephone interviews for the position. The day after that, they offered him the job. It was exactly one month since he had been offered the previous position at Bing Bong. One month to the day, when we were once again thrust into a rushed decision-making process that was going to drastically impact the whole family.
We of course approached the task at home in a very mature and responsible way. Armed with a bottle of wine and a bright yellow legal pad, we wrote down a very detailed pros and cons list. Basically, in the end it came down to this:
And with that in mind (and also the fact that Boatman’s parents are in Port Lincoln, he’s from Port Lincoln, and the fact that the cost of living is significantly cheaper), we have made the decision to move from Darwin NT, to Port Lincoln, SA.
Cause there is nothing like doing things quickly to make you feel alive. 😯
In the last ten days we have had a huge amount of decisions to make. From housing, to schools, to whether we would live in Coffin Bay (where Tim will work), or Port Lincoln which is a bigger town 40km up the road, and how on earth to tell my parents.
It’s been crazy busy.
Our house looks like a cyclone with drugs hit it, we have had to buy warmer clothes because our kids don’t even know what it’s like to be cooler that 22 degrees, and there has been a great many tears and anxious moments where we have wondered are we doing the right thing.
And yet despite that, all the doors have opened up in all the right places. And the craziness has been seamless despite it’s chaos. And beneath the stress and the fear and the at times overwhelming panic, there has been a gentle underlying peace that lets us know this is the right thing.
And this is the right time.
And this is actually what we were wanting. Not just now, not just last month and not just last year when I uttered those now famous last words. This is what we have wanted for a while. A new start. A grand adventure. And the possibility that we can one day get ahead, but also give our kids the kind of lives we want to.
Now we just have to do it.
Have you ever done something huge on fairly limited time frame?
Would you consider moving across the country for your partner’s work?
I’m apologising now for the lack of comment love from me personally over the next couple of weeks. I’ll do my best, but as you can understand, it’s a pretty busy time over here. And I know you will all help make sure no one gets left out. xx