It’s quite lovely in Holland at the moment.
The colours outside are turning Orange and Yellow.
When I catch the wind doing its thing and blowing outside my window I can watch the leaves as they are falling.
There are glorious layers of coloured leaves covering the ground everywhere I look. Continue Reading
“The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.” ~ Dorothy Parker
As I write a book about my travels and the journey towards that decision I’m writing this weekly journal alongside it.
I suppose it would be normal then that the themes will overlap here as I look to my daily life for examples of the ideas I’m thinking about and exploring in writing.
My life makes sense to me when I see it through a bunch of connected stories.
‘I’m bored’ whined Lucas yesterday. ‘That is so brilliant’ I tell him. ‘That means you need to go and make something or think about what you’d like learn about or play with. Ask yourself Louie what you want to make?’ I challenge him.
The Travelodge left us yesterday. In the same way she arrived, she slipped out with Greg in the driver’s seat and Tommy as the co-pilot. While I did make my way downstairs to take this snap I wondered if I should have made more fuss, said goodbye with a bit of fanfare. But then, I’m not really the kind for goodbyes and fanfare. I’d rather slip out the side door too and I’m quite seasoned with letting go. We’ve living in ‘chapter Holland’ now and we’ll have a lifetime of wonderful memories and stories to share, that’s enough.
“As instinctively as the swallows, I have always known the time to go to a place and the time to leave”. Juliette de Bairacli Levy
I’m a bit obsessed with swallows at the moment. Throughout my whole life I’ve had a reoccurring dream of flying. In my dream I can fly. Mostly I fly freely but I can control the flight if I need to slow down, speed up, go higher and I can bring myself down safely. It seems a little swallow like doesn’t it. They fly high, following the seasons as they travel great distances. Yet, they always know when to come home.
It feels like we are home. One day the camper was home and the next day we step into this home. Ready and of course a little excited. I do understand to a lot of people that moving across the world must seem like a giant step. To me it feels like the next step that followed on from the previous step and the one before that. I’m not sure how to do justice to explaining that. Maybe like Jimmy as he learns to write his name. One day he’ll write his name and he’ll feel elated and then he’ll simply get on with learning to write another letter beyond the J.i.m.m.y needed for his name. I move in a forward motion and for me because of my character or is it DNA (I’m not sure, my cousins say it is) I often build new nests. That’s not usually the tricky bit for me.
So here we are living the Dutch life. Rain and all. Can you believe it has been a week? Actually it has been a little over. This is my first instalment of Dutch life. Somewhat more relaxed, iPhone snaps not photography works of art, nothing super profound. The posts where I will share our transition into this flat land of tulips, patat (chips and mayonnaise), exciting environmental policies and fun traditions that I can’t wait to experience with my five crazies. Maybe a few Franisms, stuff that makes life easier with 4 kids. You can take or leave them.
You know I like the deep thinking, story telling type posts but I am not always exploring what goes on in my head and connecting dots. I live a fairly normal life with all the things that go with having a husband who doesn’t know how to put the lights in the light basket and darks in the dark basket. Maybe he’s colourblind, I don’t know. My kids race each other on their bikes as they revel in the exhilaration of cycling on the roads. It scares the b’jesus out of me, shit, have I done the right thing moving them here? I like that they feel that kind of freedom so I ignore my fears. I think this is probably normal fear. They also tip boxes of lego out every.single.day and seem to want to be at the fridge or in the cupboards on the hunt for food NON-BLOODY-STOP.
My neck has been stiff for the past three days so my return to running is on hold which is a bugger because I want to do a trail run in December. I am not eating enough vegetables and I really need to drink more water. I am happy that I haven’t had a wine for the past two weeks, am writing loads (obvs.) and am getting out in the woods. I still want to shift the all that cheese I ate while travelling and I got a flat tyre on my second bike ride. Yep, plenty of mundane here in between the thoughts and bursts of creativity. That’s why the creativity and hiking are so important to me…it nurtures the insides, the loner, the daydreamer, the soul. It keeps me steady.