Thursday, November 26th, 2009 - 6 Comment
Posted by Carolyn Gindein
And so we begin…
The question is; where to start? I was born in Fremantle, Western Australia…no, that’ll
take too long.
What about, “as a child I dreamed of faraway and exotic things, seeing pyramids and
palaces, deserts and tropical islands, speaking different languages and teaching funny
Aussie words to eager listeners.”
I also wanted to be part of the Von Trapp family (made famous in ”The Sound of Music”),
sail with pirates and travel in a caravan across the desert with Bedouins and yes, I got
most of these ideas from watching old movies. Doesn’t everyone? Time sped by and while my dream remained, life kept moving. Somehow I ended up
doing all the usual things rather than the unusual. Left school, worked, married, had a
son, divorced, kept working, kept dreaming of all the things I would do, someday.
Looking back, the sad thing is – for a long time I couldn’t really imagine how I’d live my
dreams. The great thing is, I didn’t let that stop me and in some way did believe it would
Suddenly, it was time for the unusual to begin. My son was the instigator and perhaps
without realising it, my greatest supporter. For him, leaving home of course meant that
it was time for me to also “go do my thing.”
When my son phoned a few weeks after leaving home and asked when I was going
travelling it made me realise there was no valid reason not to. He was an adult, working,
independent and without me in the same country, would still have an entire support
network of family and friends if he needed them. Besides, I would be within reach by
phone or email, this isn’t the dark ages.
With those thoughts in mind, I found the truth in the saying “the hardest part of any
decision is making it.” Once I’d decided to sell up and become a gypsy everything fell
into place as if it was always meant to be.
My house sold much quicker than expected, so did most of my possessions. That was a
strange experience. I was a little sad to see some favourite items go away with strangers
but once it was over, I felt so free it was amazing.
Finally there was only time to train my replacement at work and attend several farewell
parties before leaving town and heading into my life as an International Woman of
Mystery. And so we begin…again.