Eighteen Months on an Island (not deserted)!

Well here we are living on an island… and it’s been so relaxing I haven’t written a post in forever.. well, that might not be it, could just be sheer laziness about the whole writing thing and keeping up with it but whatever justifies it works!

Island living… sounds idyllic, the scenery is definitely idyllic and there are many days I have to pinch myself to remember I actually live here.  Real life doesn’t go away though, for anyone feeling particularly jealous there are still bills to pay, kids to get to school, work to do, husbands to irritate, housework to ignore. Oh and the sand in your bed!  Should have predicted that one but it’s taken me 18 months to stop getting aggravated about it.  The amount depends on exactly how much housework I’ve ignored and how many kids have been in the house and how thoroughly I sat on the edge of the bed and brushed my feet together to de-sand before hopping in. It’s a bit like camping.. permanently.

It would have been so easy to go back to the suburbs and our busy jobs and kids in every after school activity they could manage in the interest of ‘personal development’ but we didn’t.  Instead we moved here, where you have to catch a boat to do most things we used to just hop into the car for and we have a curfew – after 730 pm we are stranded on the mainland and rely on the generosity of our friends to give us a bed for the night!

It’s an interesting re-mix of life balance, we work harder to do grocery shopping or obtain building supplies (or pay more) but life is more like it used to be, kids free to roam, simple pleasures such as watching the sun go down at the beach or swimming in a beautiful lake and drinking tea admiring  the vibrant poinciana trees from our front deck.  We have been lucky enough to meet some some amazing people from all walks of life and count a number of them as friends now. That happened so easily compared to other places we’ve lived that it must have something to do with who is drawn to live here, or is lucky enough to have been born here and decided to stay.

There is also the bizarre occurrence that there are three other families living here or with a holiday home here that all used to live near us in Mt Crosby out West of Brisbane and were our crew.  The odds of that happening seem far fetched unless you know they are all sisters that unite this group including my best friend in the world – family is definitely who you choose and it makes a new place so much more welcoming to move to.

There is so much to say about this little island off the coast of Brisbane but I’m just dipping my toe back in the blogging pool… so later gators…

Cheers

Michelle

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