Reducing to Island Size

 I’m reluctant to blog too much about this island wonderland we are moving to – some see it as bragging and I don’t want anyone to feel that we are rubbing it in (much!!) I have however been asked by multiple people how we manage to move around so freely uprooting our lives at will – trust me, not as easy as it may seem but also not as difficult as people think either.  It’s not like we planned to turn into nomads but military backgrounds help – we were used to being shoved around the countryside like chess pieces from our younger years in uniform, but back then all our worldly possessions fitted into one room on a RAAF Base..which was a lot of fun when young and free and meant it was incredibly easy to pack up and leave – especially when the military footed the bill for you and then stuck you on a plane or bus to your next destination!

That is the key to the whole thing of course, minimising what you have to lug around with you – things changed dramatically when we returned from a very exciting year in Canada to settle into our own house in Brisbane.  Acreage and a pole home with an entire under house storage area turned us (almost) into hoarders – more space you have the more you fill it apparently. By the time we had to shift into a little defence home in the sunny town of Sale we were drowning in stuff.. house, shed, garden, pool, dog, kids, grown up people’s things… you name it.  So we had the garage sale to end all garage sales and still filled a four bedroom house with the garage so overflowing the cars were in our driveway…

There are plenty of others out there talking about how to downsize, minimise, do less with more etc etc I’m not really qualified – but I can talk about our journey and how it really isn’t a one off job, it’s an entire mind shift that can take years.  In a way our trip around Australia is where it started, there is nothing like having to pay for storage of all that stuff to motivate you to minimise – we thought we had minimised anyway, in reality it was a tiny start.  It did dramatically show us how you can live indefinitely in a tiny space with very few belongings, even if it’s only on holidays and camping, it was a great lesson.It has literally taken years to get where we are now, owning about 30% of what we had in Brisbane – multiple garage sales, giving away things through pay it forward pages, selling items on gum tree and slowly, slowly having less and less and moving into progressively smaller houses which sort of forces the issue. The last bastion has been personal items – easy to get rid of furniture, toys (well if you aren’t seven but the little people are slowly getting on board with this business) but when you are talking treasured magazines, photo albums, knick knacks, CD’s, collectibles… it gets harder.  Then you get to ask the difficult questions…

  • why am I hanging onto it?
  •  Is it really treasured or just an unnecessary reminder of something or someone you would never forget anyway?
  • Can I scan these photos, keep the digital image or just get rid of some of the hoard without missing them?
  • Do I love this thing or do I need it?

The more you answer those hard questions though and the more you put aside, the easier it gets – it’s like an addiction, you walk around the house looking for the next thing you can remove and everyone else in the family starts aggressively defending their possessions because if it’s not tied down it’s likely to go! It’s a feeling like nothing else though, knowing you don’t have drawers of stuff or cupboards overflowing – even if you open a door you see space and air and it’s freeing.

I know now when we move to that little place on Straddie (not talking myself up too much as we are building an extension out the back – but we even downsized that from the original plans!) that the pain of packing and unpacking will be minimal and we don’t need to allow for a tonne of storage space. The other bonus is it will be near on impossible for us to increase our belongings again, we just won’t have anywhere to put it and we will be living far from main stream shopping centres and temptation to buy.

So that’s part of the secret to a mobile life, don’t have things…. collect experiences instead and that’s what we are (still) working on….

Try it – you might like it 🙂

Michelle

Why ?????

Why are moving to Stradbroke Island ?
 There have been a lot of questions asked since we returned from our Christmas break announcing we were moving to Strandbroke Island (I would be lying if I said the shock factor wasn’t just a bit fun!) Why would you move, why to an island, why away from family…. The flippant answer is because we can – of course there is so much more to it than that, but also it sort of sums it up nicely.  Also I’m not particularly superstitious but sometimes the universe does seem to put these opportunities smack bang in your path that are impossible to ignore.

We have visited Brisbane and caught up with our family and friends often since leaving to do our around Australia trip in 2013 (that turned into an oops we aren’t coming back now situation).  Christmas last year shouldn’t have been any different, fly in, feel surrounded by people we love, get really sad about leaving and then come home and get on with life while marvelling at how beautiful the Mornington Peninsula is and how lucky we are to live here.

Except this time my beloved best friend had moved herself and her family….to an island….. a decision which baffled and bemused us.  Although beautiful, it was isolated, difficult to get to, had limited services and what on earth do you do there? Don’t get me wrong, we have camped on Straddie in days gone by and it is truly one of the most spectacular spots in Australia, but that’s a completely different kettle of fish to living in a camping destination full time.

So we all squeezed into her tiny little house and hung out with people we loved. We piled the kids into the car and went to amazing beaches with rolling waves, rock pools and sand slides, walked around the Point trying to spot dolphins and turtles, had the most amazing Gelati (that could have been the deciding factor come to think of it), bought coffee at the groovy whole food cafe right across the street and watched the kids play on the access road under the Poinciana trees.  It recaptured some pretty warm and fuzzy feelings of how much we loved this place before and how far away the ‘real world’ felt when we were there. Admittedly we were on holiday and life always has that warm haze about it that causes you to start fantasising about giving it all away to live on a desert island (or even a dessert island – don’t forget the Gelati!)  

Then we left – waved goodbye and hopped on a plane to Vanuatu (yes I know, we were having a horrible time of it). Maybe it would have been a different outcome if we went straight home to reality – it might have just been another holiday pipe dream.  Instead the idea took root and grew while we had time on our hands to contemplate it. An opportunity for our kids to spend some of their most formative years in a beautiful natural environment that would encourage them to be outdoors and active.  To learn about aboriginal culture in a way most kids would never experience – by going to school with them, living next door, participating in their customs and traditions. To separate from our spiralling involvement in all things materialistic and online – no shopping centres or even much of anything retail, a smaller house, cheaper car, less possessions, more focus on the environment, friendship, connecting with people around us.  Kids able to walk to school from home, play in the street and be three doors down from their oldest and dearest friends in the world, everything you could see or do no more than a fifteen minute drive away. Less stress, less hurry, less spending, less busyness.

The question slowly became why wouldn’t we do it. You’re not always in a position to take this kind of leap but right at this point in time, we could. We both work from home, our kids were delighted at the thought of being near their mates and living on an island and we could make it work – so why not? It still might have slipped away from us – but we came home and without even really having that final discussion of ‘are we doing this’ we just made it happen. That’s seems to be a source of fascination for everyone as well – I’ve been told we are the most portable family ever and how on earth do we do make this work, packing up the family and moving all over the place.  I’m not even really sure, we just seem to do it – but I will try and explain that too.. but in another post as it’s late now and I seem to be keeping our ginger moggie awake – the only member of the family who doesn’t care where we live as long as there is food (although possibly that applies to our kids as well…..)

Night

Michelle

 

Innses are doing (a bit of) Australia again

Well I’ve been incredibly lazy about this blog since we returned from the big trip around Australia – and I’ve had several complaints about people missing my updates seeing as we are STILL on the move around this beautiful country and I haven’t said a word about it! I still have so many posts to catch up on about our travels and what we have been up to since it all ended. We have been living in one of Australia’s best kept secrets, the Mornington Peninsula in Victoria. Maybe not so best kept since it made it onto the National Geographic’s list of top 15 places in the world to visit in 2015 – but still mostly a Victorian secret. 

our local spot

 

Unbelievably we have chosen to leave this slice of gorgeousness and move ..again… we have been accused of being on the run from the police and/or having gypsy blood but regardless change seems to be the one thing we Innses aren’t afraid of (mostly not afraid, I’ve had a few anxious moments!) There is something to be said for stability, security, living in a place with people you’ve known forever and family close by. It’s warm, cosy, reassuring and safe, which is a wonderful place to be – but it can also stop you doing new things because losing that is scary. So we weighed it up – the opportunity to live on one of the most beautiful islands in Australia and expose our children to a different culture and environment while they are still forming their own views on the world for better or worse, versus staying where we are loved, happy and already living in a spectacular bit of paradise. Needless to say we are yet again garage sale-ing and giving away our possessions so the island has won.

That doesn’t mean I’m  happy about leaving, that it hasn’t been a decision fraught with fear, doubt and anxiety as we prepare to leave our far from standard but oh so wonderful extended family where we have experienced a much needed cocoon of love and inclusion. I did see an interesting experiment recently though where a blackboard was put up in a public space and people were asked to write their greatest regrets on it. Without fail the were things people didn’t do (not mistakes they had made)… lesson learned, we are going to take the chance rather than live with the regret of not trying. There is so much more to write about that particular decision, that’s to come… 

new beaches

 

  

I have a lot of writing about the places we have seen and lived since we started that epic journey around Australia so much so I barely know where to start, but this is my lead in post, I’ll get back in the swing….

Travel Fatigue

I’ve found lately the blog has been a bit of a chore – instead of chronicling our trip I’ve let it slide in to a brief travel guide to each place we’ve been as it’s weeks afterwards I get to write it! It’s a shame as if I had written as I went it would be fresh in my mind – however in my defence the lateness of my blog posts is directly correlated to how much I have enjoyed the latter part of our journey and not wanting to waste a moment chained to my laptop. I know so many people would give anything to be on this journey we are on and it seems like a sacrilege to complain about a single minute of it however something that a lot of people might not know is that the excitement of travelling does actually ebb away after a while – we humans adapt to any situation quickly!

I think by the time we reached Perth, about half way through, we were all suffering a little from a lack of a permanent home and travel fatigue. Although Bali was hotly debated I am forever grateful that we took those two weeks out and got to live in a permanent room, with a real bed and nothing pressing to do but hang around the pool all day. Some people might question if we always have nothing pressing to do considering we are on holidays – but it didn’t feel that way. I was constantly reminding myself that we might never get to these places again so we felt compelled to see all there was to see in every place we went. We also still have the ever day to deal with, dishes, washing, cleaning, bed time routine for kids etc etc and doing all of this while living in a very small space and constantly packing up and travelling between destinations can become exhausting (not to mention actually being with ones loved ones 24 hours a day seven days a week…no stress there!) I can here the sound of tiny violins being played by everyone who is working while we gallivant around but remember it’s all a matter of perspective!

Bali was a turning point for me at least, I returned to Australia feeling ready to really enjoy every moment remaining to us and feeling grateful again for this opportunity. It was a close call though – Craig didn’t feel quite so zen and was keen to just head home to Brisbane to find a job and return to normality so cue marital disharmony. Luckily I used all my charms and persuasive ability (read haranguing!) to convince him we had come too far to just abandon Western Australia and we did continue. For that I am now eternally grateful – in part it’s why my blogging has been so erratic, I don’t want to miss a minute of the last part of our great adventure, even the evenings when I would normally blog, I would rather be outside star gazing, hearing the stories of other adventurers on the road like us or just relaxing and getting an early night so we can get out and about the next day. Maybe it’s the end of it all starting to loom a little closer but all of a sudden the appreciation for what we are doing has returned and it feels like we could keep doing this forever ( well me, maybe not everyone else, Craig wants a job and the girls actually want to go back to school, what is wrong with people???!)

I will do my absolute best to write the remainder of our stories with as much wonder and awe that I felt at the time, Western Australia and the Kimberley’s was nothing short of soul inspiring (hearing about it and seeing photos does not do this country justice, it makes you understand how the aboriginal people feel about their emotional connection to the land). Currently we are lolling around in the Darwin heat catching up with very old and dear friends and contemplating how soon we will be done and dusted with this unforgettable chapter of our lives. I should be able to get through Tom Price, Broome, Gibb River Road/Kimberleys and Kakadu – although I feel cramps in my fingers even talking about it!!!!

See you all soon

xx

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My Beautiful Gang

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Us – Still Travelling!

Ningaloo Reef

We departed Denham headed  for the famous Ningaloo Reef via the town of Exmouth – not that we had actually booked anywhere to stay, after perusing Camps Australia and determining that were five or six camping areas within the National Park area itself we decided that surely we would be able to find a site even during school holidays?  There had been mutterings from some of the grey nomads we had chit chatted with about having to get there first thing in the morning to wait for a site but I think we had forgotten that in between having the conversation and arriving (or completely forgotten which area they were talking about, after four months it was all starting to blend into one!)

So it was a bit of a rude shock driving into Exmouth to find a big board up on the outskirts stating the national park was full!  Mind you – so were all the caravan parks.  We were beginning to think parking on the side of the road might have to be an option (you aren’t supposed to but driving hours back or forward from Exmouth didn’t really appeal). So began the big caravan park ring around to find that two at least had overflow areas – now this is a new concept for us, not sure if it’s just a WA thing but we have discovered that the parks in these high traffic tourist areas reserve areas for folk like us that turn up in town without a clue that it’s school holidays and wonder why we can’t get a site.  I think it must be bad for tourism turning people away because they keep the overflow areas and the Lighthouse Caravan Park we checked into was only just finishing grading the new overflow area that afternoon and were even still waiting on council approval!

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Beachcombing

Anyway – crisis averted and a dirt pad is better than driving on – although it was really annoying to drive into the national park the next day and find that sites had become free! We even extended our stay here for another day, this is close to one of the most beautiful spots we had stayed so far with the clear green water, snorkelling, beach combing, massive clam shells to be collected and perfect weather.  The beach was a short walk across the road and over the dune and we spent a lot of time there while the husband attempted to catch fish – or I should say attempted to catch legal size fish as there were some throw backs!

 

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Treasure

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Beautiful Coral Bay

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Finding a Spot

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Coral Bay

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Beach Bums

 

We failed miserably at our attempts to teach our kids to snorkel however – they found the water too cold to wade in and try it at Coral Bay, where you can literally snorkel off the beach (but perhaps with a wet suit at this time of year?) We took a glass bottom boat tour out to the reef itself (after discovering the exorbitant cost of swimming with the whale sharks – unbelievable!) Where it was attempted to put the girls in the water with a pool noodle to snorkel – but this too ended miserably!  Admittedly there was quite a strong current so it wasn’t like we could just float along side them and teach some technique, it was all I could do to stay in one place while they got their snorkel and mask on – and the first mouthful of water pretty much stopped their snorkel escapade dead in tracks.  Oh well – two wet cold short people returned to the boat while the grown ups took turns snorkeling at least!  The fish and coral were beautiful, perhaps not as amazing as the Great Barrier Reef but the whole stop over in Ningaloo was a relaxing, sunny beach retreat.

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Snorkelling

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