I just looked at the calendar and realised today marks 11 months since this crazy adventure began. We've come a LONG way in 11 months. And, do you know what?
I don't even know how to write about it any more.
This blog represents an ongoing and constant battle in me. Firstly, the desire to provide an honest and real account of our family's 'tree change'. But on the flipside, I increasingly feel exposed by the reality of telling our stories to the anonymous internet.
It's been a REALLY TOUGH year. But also, wonderful. Tough, formative, breaking and making all at the same time.
We knew it would be. But the strength with which this project has slammed us both has been surprising.
There's so much I've never said on here. Like, did you know Dan has only been here one week in four for most of the time since our arrival? I've never said, because I was concerned about security. He's home now for the foreseeable future, so I can finally reveal that he just hasn't been here at all.
He's been working off in the mines, like so many other construction industry workers in Queensland. And it's great from a financial point of view, but it's been incredibly tough from a renovating-a-house-and-holding-a-family-together-point-of-view.
FIFO sucks, y'all.
In reality, the toll has extended far beyond the hardships of a lady and a toddler trying to keep the wobbly old wagon that is this property on track.
Too far beyond what I'm willing to click 'publish' on, to be honest.
And yet, here we all are. Changed, aged, chastened.
A week or so ago, it started raining again. The skies opened and we've had consistent rain since. Every photo I've taken recently has this dark, foreboding sky on it.
Except today's. The sun came out, shining over a newly-green universe.
And, here we all are.