Catching Up

It's been a long time since I had the urge to blog, but as the day where my dream to travel comes closer, I get the urge to share my experiences again.

Since I was last here, we lived in a country town caravan park for a while, then that got closed down by the Council due to lack of profit and flooding risks.

So then we were offered a government house as we couldn't find another caravan park who took permanents and could fit my big caravan in.The area looked rough.

I knew in my guts it wasn't the right decision to take the house, but I felt pushed into a corner and that I had no other options at the time. I tried to discuss it with someone close to me but they weren't very interested in the discussion at the time. So I felt I had to go with it.

Well this turned out to be a major screw-up, it was the most awful rough area I have ever experienced. People drugged and drunk at all hours of the day and night, fighting, screaming, domestic violence, theft, destruction. I begged the housing officer to move us somewhere else, but was told that I "should be grateful to have a house."

Well I might not have a lot of money, but I am not that desperate, so we hired a storage unit, sold what we could and moved back into our caravan! What a relief!!

I learnt my lesson, LISTEN TO YOUR GUTS!!!!

We went to a lovely caravan park by the sea for a couple of months, almost got blown away a few times, but it gave us time to calm down from the terror of wondering when we'd be broken into or attacked.

Then we went back to the town where we'd had the house, but at a caravan park at the other end of town, where we stayed for 6 months and are now back by the sea again where we were last year.

We love it here, it is calm and peaceful, water is so healing. My life is quite difficult raising two boys with autism and other issues on my own. The support services for people with disability are being cut left right and centre. I have no supports now, all the autism groups we attended last year have been shut down.

So I have realised that I can only do what I can only do. It's up to me. If I want to be happy and I want things to happen, it's up to me.

I have been looked down upon a number of times by people who judge me because I choose not to live a traditional life in a house with a mortgage and all the trimmings.

I think I am a gypsy at heart because traveling makes me happy, seeing new places makes me happy, and meeting new people in new places makes me happy.

So at the end of this year when my older son finishes special school we are going to travel, we are going to potter around Australia from place to place wherever the urge takes us.

I already homeschool my younger son so there will be no change there.

This blog will be musings about our stories and adventures.