I haven’t been so great at keeping this blog updated lately. Actually, let’s be honest. I’ve been terribly slack. It doesn’t feel like I have anything to write about. We’re still in Geraldton. Yes, six whole months in the one spot.
We’ve learnt one interesting thing. Well, we already knew it. Now it’s cemented in our brains. We have far too much stuff. We took everything out of our caravan, and found it wouldn’t fit in a two bedroom unit. It does fit nicely into the four bedroom McMansion we’ve rented. How on earth did we lug enough stuff to fill a four bedroom house around the country in a caravan? Why? Most of the stuff we pulled out we had forgotten about, or only used once. Sigh. If we do keep travelling in it, most of this stuff won’t be continuing the journey with us.
The good news is that I love my job here. I’m looking to start a PhD, and it just seems like there are a world of possibilities. Bad news is that the kids hate school. I think I’m the only one in the family who is settling in well. The kids hate school. Jarrad and the kids are bored, and just want to keep travelling, although Jarrad does acknowledge the unfortunate situation of an empty bank account.
So, we have committed to Geraldton till at least the middle of the year.
We’re trying to work out what on earth to do about school, because going back to the one we were trying in Geraldton isn’t an option.
I may have had a small meltdown when Peter came home from school with less teeth than we sent him with. Apparently he stopped the hockey stick with his mouth during sport at school. No mouth guards had been supplied or requested, and there had been no notification about hockey. The school have not responded to our request that they cover the dental bills. That wasn’t the only problem, though. Peter had been picked on a lot there, and was being called many names regularly. He had a cut on his hand after another kid kicked in the toilet door while he was on the toilet.
Susan didn’t do quite so badly; she just made no attempt to interact with any other kids. She did, however, surprise me a few days ago with a blog post she had written completely unassisted across at Life and Views. A not-so-subtle protest about being stopped.
Lucy did just fine at school.
One of the most frequent questions I get, usually from people contemplating similar travels with kids has been; “How do you think the kids will settle back in to a normal lifestyle?”
I now know the answer. Not very well. They crave the experiences that come with travel. They want to continue travelling.