We are now 3 weeks into our journey. The nomadic blood that exists in both Tom and I is pumping and circulating and thriving. We are loving our tent home and drawing on each others body heat to stay warm. We’ve made it through the initial challenges of the uproot and are now mostly sailing smoothly in family indulgence. Any initial fears regarding traveling with a 4 year old have passed and we are instead just extremely grateful for the opportunity to be so present with both of our children, their needs, challenges and precious hearts, out here in the world.
We have just reached the end of 10 days in Tasmania where we’ve been able to get wild, a little feral and eat all the berries and apples we possibly could. We spent 3 days on the southern tip of the island with a friend camping in spectacular, barely trodden, wild pastures. The rich simplicity of the experience left a strong impression on both Tom and I as we imagined giving up convention for a wooden shack, an open fire and the wilderness. Basil and Wren ran and frolicked with the wind in their hair seeming so natural in their new habitat.
We have seen 2 interesting school’s here in Tassie and have also been thrown a little into the depths of uncertainty that lay just below the surface of what we are doing. I imagine for most families the imminent arrival of the school journey would bring both sadness and relief. Sadness for a time of freedom passing and relief to have made it to the 5 year old milestone and a slight handing over of the reins. For us it feels complicated, we’re not ready for the deadline nor willing to hand over our son to anything that we don’t believe will serve and nourish him.
Our research journey so far hasn’t blown out the flame of belief and desire to start a school. The school’s that we have visited have if anything made the vision seem attainable with the right group of people involved. My greatest fear currently being our ability to settle in one place long enough to see a project like this through.
Seeing Basil in the schools has pulled at my heart, of course I wish that we already had an amazing, well established local school that we loved and felt confident he could start at next year. The option to move us somewhere close to a school we fall in love with has been a card on the table which has added to the sense of overwhelm. For now we’re trying to roll in the spirit of the Peregrine moto and…enjoy our journey. Next stop Melbourne.