My name is Michelle, I am a mother of two little people under 5, who I like to call my chillies. When I became a mother, I suddenly understood what people meant when they said life would never be the same again. My perspective on everything changed and I can’t quite explain it. It has something to do with responsibility and accountability, not just to our children but to the planet, the universe and everything in it. Some kind of collective conscience maybe. Watching a child at play gives you a real awareness for what it must be like to truly live in the moment and appreciate the simple joy of being alive. That is a worthy goal.
Anyway, as usual I digress. Six months ago I left England and moved to the US with my family. It was hard to convince my american husband to leave Britain after ten years, he had really taken a shine to the place. I sometimes feel a little guilty that I finally wore him down, got my green card, booked our tickets and shipped everything we owned in a handful of boxes to Massachusetts. Hopefully our stateside family and friends were pleased to see us all finally, some had been spouting New England propaganda for years, whilst others thought us crazy for leaving dear old England for good. I cannot say we are here for good, there are a lot of great places in the world. The main draw for us here is a school called Sudbury Valley. I have posted elsewhere about that.
Before having children, my husband and I travelled. We originally met in Australia for just a few weeks and met up again a year later in the UK for a few days. He eventually came back to England after a summer in Seattle and we’ve been together ever since. We moved home within England a few times, following job opportunities and such. We also took a trip around the world after my father died, I guess I realised for a moment how short life can be and that I should be out experiencing the world, not stuck behind a desk. My Dad had also left behind some money, which allowed us to entertain such flights of fancy. On that trip we travelled by train across the east coast of the US, then flew out to Mexico and took up residence on a sailing boat owned by a Canadian guy called Terry. Eventually we all sailed that sloop across the pacific to the Marquesas, one hell of an expedition, but probably the longest 24 days of my life. Maybe it was just sea sickness that made me feel nauseous the entire journey, or maybe it was the company of three grumpy old men.. but more than likely it was the fact that I was pregnant!
And so sadly the trip was eventually cut short due to the bun in the oven and my hormonal desires to go home and build a nest… I am hoping we will have plenty of opportunities to travel again one day. It will probably be even more fun with my chillies and in the meantime the adventure of parenthood and life in a foreign land is keeping me on my toes.