We’ve ditched the lovely life in the suburbs, at least for now.
It wasn’t that life was bad.
In fact, quite the opposite.
It’s just that it felt like we were somehow slowly becoming desensitised. Mixed into all the wonderful ingredients of precious community, supportive family and great schooling was the insidious, colour-free, taste-free influence of accumulating stuff, crazy-paced weeks, and a serious lack of connection with ourselves, with nature, and no idea about the extravagant diversity of Life on our planet. Our children were growing up in a nurturing, homogenous, middle class bubble, which creates halcyon days but not necessarily strong, empathetic, contributing souls.
And I was letting it happen. No, more than that, I was making this life for us. I was losing touch with what was truly important, drowning in the busy, the noise, the pretty, the latest, the done.
So the idea was born. Take a year out as a family and accompany Ulrik around the world with his physio teaching course (rehabtrainer.com.au). To make it work, we would need to – in fact, we would want to – do it “backpacker” style. A clean break from the white picket fence would show all of us how addicted we had become to ease and entitlement, give us all a chance to see the world, its people – and ourselves – in a new way.