By ALLISON RUSHBY
All the sayings about change are positive.
Change always comes bearing gifts.
If nothing ever changed, there’d be no butterflies.
A change is as good as a holiday.
Well, I’d just like to say… bullshit. When you’re a mother with a very nicely honed nap, swimming lesson, playgroup, library time and grocery outing schedule, change is often something to be feared, not applauded.
Still, my husband and I dreamed that dream of change a few years ago. Over and over again, we brought up the ‘moving overseas’ subject and then swiftly told ourselves it was too hard, it would put us too far behind financially, that it just wasn’t the sensible thing to do.
But then, staring down the barrel of 15 odd years of kiddie scheduling, we faltered. Suddenly, a big serve of sensible didn’t look so appealing. And, just like that, we revisited going overseas for a short stint. What did we have to lose, after all (as it turned out, only thousands of dollars and our combined sanity…)?
So, when my husband came home one day and gaily informed me he fancied applying for a job in Cambridgeshire in the UK in order to do some further medical training, it wasn’t entirely a surprise. Still, I did what any self-respecting mother would do…
I panicked.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like England. I loved England. And, being half English, I’d traveled there many times. In fact, I loved travel and, while it was no longer as easy with two kids in tow, I now spent many happy hours with my nose buried in travel memoirs instead.
It was always inspiring to be able to read about someone else’s amazing journey while you were stuck at home, making endless sandwiches for tardis-like lunch boxes…
However, the reality of doing something similar myself was extremely confronting. After all, there was one thing I’d noticed in every single one of those travel memoirs – none of them had included travel with children.
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How timely my reading this post is! We are currently 12 days away from leaving for a big 3.5 month family adventure through South East Asia with our twin 5 year old girls. While it's not moving over there (was supposed to be, plans fell in a heap, long story), we are packing up our rented house, putting everything into storage and taking off with backpacks and a sense of adventure in our hearts. Apart from a handful of flights into and out of Kulala Lumpur (Air Asia), Phnom Penh, Tokyo and Phuket, the rest is going to be a case of see what happens. We were so affected by Cambodia on our visit there almost this time last year that we booked flights to return the day after we got back. We have no idea what is in store for us, how we will cope, where we will be when and how we will get there...and for us, that is part of the reason we are doing this. We discussed reading/hearing about people that do this kind of thing and asked ourselves "why can't we be those people?". So the couple of control freaks are throwing caution to the wind. Like others have said, we spied this opportunity in our lives that we may never get again and rather than going through life wondering what could have been "if only we'd gone", regardless of what happens, we can look back and say "look at what we did", and we just know that the gift of opening up the world to our children is priceless.
My Dad got a job in Germany and we moved over there for 2 years. I was 11 at the time, my brother 7, my sister 5. I look back on it as the best 2 years of my life (am now 32!). I made some incredible friends at the British schools I went to, friends who I still keep in touch with today, and we travelled extensively over Europe in all the school holidays. Not to mention the school excursions to places like Denmark, and ski trips to Austria! I am sure it was a daunting prespect for my parents, but the memories and experiences we had from it were well worth it.