Four years ago I realised that to truly live I had to leave.
Five months later my six-year-old daughter Emmie and I started the adventure of our lives with a backpack and one way tickets to the Philippines. I didn’t know what was ahead of us, but the fear of staying in a life we didn’t love and where I hardly saw my daughter was greater than my fear of the unknown.
I’d been solo-mumming for the previous five years and while from the outside it may have looked like we were doing fine, it just wasn’t working. Her father and I had broken up shortly after she was born and I’d quickly returned to full time work to pay the mortgage and the bills and try my best to give the two of us a good life.
It wasn’t easy.
Living in Sydney was expensive and I had to sacrifice time with Emmie to be able to earn enough to support us. It’s a challenge many parents face, especially working mums and dads, and I was like so many others racing around each day from home to daycare to work and back with a million things on the to-do list in my mind.
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No matter what I did, I just couldn’t find a balance. I hardly saw Emmie, and that just wasn’t a life I was happy with. It wasn’t enough for either of us.
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Sounds great - though I'd like to know more about what happens next - eg when you get home. As someone who has taken a number of big trips to escape a certain lifestyle (pre kids), I found that the same problem you had before still remained - you just delayed having to find the solution for it. Great memories were made and life changing experiences were had - but taking them back into the real world when you get home and making those changes is where the real work - and magic - lies.