There is no other way to describe it, my family and I have been in a washing machine for the past six months. I wrote the previous, empassioned post at the beginning of us packing up our lives in England and moving almost as far away as you can get, to New Zealand. On the way, we stopped in Fiji to do some volunteering as a family, and then once we got here, we've been finding our feet, getting a roof over our heads sorted, and trying to breathe while we are spun around, again and again, in the crazy emotional tumble that is moving countries.
Of course I knew all this while I was getting awfully hot under the collar in my last post about the referendum. And I have laughed like it is oh so hilarious that we voted IN and then left the country to move to the other side of the planet. It doesn't show massive loyalty, really, does it? But that's the way it is in my little family. It isn't that men are from Mars, women are from Venus, but men are from England and women are from New Zealand, and it is time for us to have some New Zealand time.
And so here we are.
When you live inside an emotional washing machine for six months, you are forced to live very much in the moment. Our hearts were torn in two. We left one bloodied half in England, and lobbed the other half across the globe to our family and friends, to the West Coast ocean, to the people who live next to it, to the Tui croaking their drunken cry in the flax flowers, and bit by bit, we have been gathering all the pieces up again. We have not had the head space to create, to reflect, to write or to draw. We have been moving, tending our children, putting one foot in front of each other, making new friends along the way, working our bodies hard, and generally just being inside it, this crazy life.
But now, with great relief, I can see the door is almost open, we’re about to tumble out, and then we can finally brush ourselves down, look back on all the crazy experiences we’ve had along the way, and sometime you’ll see some of them come out into a story or two, I imagine.
Until then however, my family and I are nesting. Happy 2017!
Linda writes contemporary fiction for both adults and children.