By Kathleen
Waking up this morning to the sound of Australia’s beautiful birds was made all the more delightful by the fact that we aren’t in Tatura! We are in Moss Vale, heading up to Sydney this morning.
Saying goodbye to Tatura was not terribly hard, but it was a bit strange. We really have been living there, I realized not traveling and there’s a noticeable difference between those two states.
As we drove out of town we shouted goodbye to friends walking down the street, a strange piece of normality so far from home. I don’t know when I’ll next be so familiar with an area in a foreign country.
It was hard to stop driving as we got on the road and we covered most of the 800+ km in the day. It’s so liberating to be on the road again.
Tatura, for all that it was in the middle of nowhere and super boring, was wonderful in many ways. We made real friends, fantastic Nico and Nelly who we hope we will cross paths with again soon. Its great meeting new people but hard to say good-bye all the time.
Tatura was also a place of personal growth for other reasons. I have learned to drive a tractor and a jelosopeed ( cherry picker). I can tell the difference between apple, pear, peach, apricot, and plum trees when they don’t have any fruit on them. I know the way a ripe tomatoes bush smells. I have pushed myself to physical extremes, something I never do, and found that it’s actually very empowering to break through barriers. Most barriers we put up ourselves…. but some are real….like pouring rain, and cold and driving wind.
The weather made our last month in Tat quite a wash and now we find ourselves in difficult financial straits, straits that compromise our ability to continue to travel. For now we will take it one step at a time, but the beginning of the end of Australia is near. That will come with it’s own challenges. But first Sydney, and then Permaculture.
Onward!
Waking up this morning to the sound of Australia’s beautiful birds was made all the more delightful by the fact that we aren’t in Tatura! We are in Moss Vale, heading up to Sydney this morning.
Saying goodbye to Tatura was not terribly hard, but it was a bit strange. We really have been living there, I realized not traveling and there’s a noticeable difference between those two states.
As we drove out of town we shouted goodbye to friends walking down the street, a strange piece of normality so far from home. I don’t know when I’ll next be so familiar with an area in a foreign country.
It was hard to stop driving as we got on the road and we covered most of the 800+ km in the day. It’s so liberating to be on the road again.
Tatura, for all that it was in the middle of nowhere and super boring, was wonderful in many ways. We made real friends, fantastic Nico and Nelly who we hope we will cross paths with again soon. Its great meeting new people but hard to say good-bye all the time.
Tatura was also a place of personal growth for other reasons. I have learned to drive a tractor and a jelosopeed ( cherry picker). I can tell the difference between apple, pear, peach, apricot, and plum trees when they don’t have any fruit on them. I know the way a ripe tomatoes bush smells. I have pushed myself to physical extremes, something I never do, and found that it’s actually very empowering to break through barriers. Most barriers we put up ourselves…. but some are real….like pouring rain, and cold and driving wind.
The weather made our last month in Tat quite a wash and now we find ourselves in difficult financial straits, straits that compromise our ability to continue to travel. For now we will take it one step at a time, but the beginning of the end of Australia is near. That will come with it’s own challenges. But first Sydney, and then Permaculture.
Onward!
