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5/3/17 The Christmas Tree Is Up, Ho Ho Ho

Our days of living out of a back pack or suitcase have come to an end!

For the time being anyway.

During the week, we relocated back into our 80m2 abode after a month of putting the heads down at various locations.  There is something to be said about finding the contours of your own mattress or the smells of your pillow comfort.  The ability to walk naked when one wanders to the bathroom or to make a cup of tea under the cover of night is just a relaxed feeling.

Remembering to shut the curtains before turning the lights on is a habit to be re-mastered.  We will get there, ahem!

It too has been a month of backyard pace doing activity conducive to working our plan be get back to again adventuring this beautiful landscape we have.  And to eventually get lost in another’s.

Attending a travel expo does that to you.  Collecting magazines with images of hinterland and adventure does that to you.  You only need to affix one image of a destination you want to explore to your external fridge door to remind you to take daily action toward realizing it.  It does that to you.

But alas, there is a heap of work still to be done first.  In the now.

I have picked up where I left off with my previous employer doing family dispute resolution mediation co-ordination and Claire has picked up a role sorting freight for CourierPost in the evenings.

Claire has launched her Bookkeeping services to small to medium businesses.  I have launched my availability to be your Celebrant whether for matching people (marriages) or dispatching people (funerals).

Our mentor Jim Rohn says it well, “wages will make you a living, profits will make you fortune.”  We don’t need much fortune to travel how we do.  And our little piece of residence contributes to that, 80m2 of space means less dusting and minimal gardening.

Getting our belongings out of storage and unwrapping our possessions has been like Christmas.  Putting up our Christmas Tree (although artificial and who made up the rules to say you can only do it at the merry time of the year?) has been fun.  Placing the decorations reflective – the sandals from Vietnam; the figurines from East Africa; the turtle from Sri Lanka; the calendar from Egypt; the piece of rock from Mt Everest Base Camp.  Nothing artificial about these.  Just heartfelt reminders for us to stay focused on what has mattered most, collecting experiences.

An impromptu message via Linkedin yesterday from a couple visiting Christchurch whom Claire worked with in Dubai all those years ago, and becoming friends, was the best house warming surprise we could have ever imagined.  Having them over for a meal and converse about life that was, life that is and life that is to be, priceless.

These are the type of experiences we refer too.

And timely to communicate that we are back on deck and now settled.  Ready for those wanderers looking for a place to rest THEIR heads.  It may be tiny however, it will be homely.

Naturally, family and friends too!

Ho, ho, ho.

A New Back Yard Beckons

Paragraph 6 - Beach Marshmellows with fellow campers

Where our friends and family thought we had lost the plot, we saw the beauty of a backyard that was beside a beach. A walk, run, swim or roasting marshmallows over fire coals of pine cones collected close by. A back yard with an attached playground where one can ride horses, walk, run, or mountain bike. A back yard with a reserve where animal noise is a natural wake-up call at some ungodly hour to remind us to get up to watch sun rises over the horizon to the east. A back yard that attracts city folk and other fellow travelers and allow for stories to be shared or the laughter of children at play to be echoed across the acreage. A back yard where stars shine bright across the night sky because of the absence of street noise. A back yard that was more affordable versus the over-priced Christchurch rental and property markets.

Paragraph 1 - Caravan1We believe that we hadn’t lost the plot at all. Our plot of living in a caravan permanently felt like we were enjoying the atmosphere of camping out every single day.

However, a new back yard beckoned.  Last weekend we migrated back into suburbia and with that, it brought an end to us living in our caravan.

Paragraph 8 - Sunrise at Gore BayKeeping the second bedroom (our campervan) will allow us to continue to explore and feel the emotion of waking up to another sunrise somewhere else on the island in the meantime – whether over the sea or reflective on some mountain side.

Life in the caravan had moments of adventure within the venture that built resilience and character. This was naturally balanced with moments of fun and folly.

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Our focus is certainly to protect the habit discovered – minimalism. Where less is more so as to live the T.I.M.E. habits with gusto on experiences that matter most. It is all part of us staying true to our passion to get back out on the planet and roam a heap more.

Where there are many more back yards beckoning.

Anyone interested in buying a caravan?

And please do not be surprised if when visiting our new abode to be sitting on a camp chair … eating from a picnic table … or if staying … sleeping on a blow up air bed!

Some adjustments take time :0)

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