I hadn’t been out to Tua Marina to buy milk for about a week as the cost of travel just to get milk had been prohibitive. I learnt two things in that time. 1.Buying non raw milk is just not worth it and 2. that trip out to the farm can surprisingly be just thing needed to remind me of why we are there.
Of our 4 litres of milk we bought from the shops that week, 2 litres had a suspicious foam and all four were just not real. I knew this, but still was surprised. Also the fact of all that packaging i needed to dispose of, is just something I do not like one bit.
When I drove out this afternoon to pick up our weeks worth of milk, from a farmer who cares dearly for his cows, I was reminded of why and how we are here. It is not for the milk, exactly that is just one minuscule part of it all. Its a feeling, its that chance we took 5 months ago when we decided to leave Australia, and not just that. The decision to sell almost everything we owned has elicited shock and sympathy from people we meet. It is hard for people to understand how freeing it is to be without and to start from scratch. How we currently exist with about a twentieth(no kidding) of the items we had before, is simpler. I feel like already we have too many possessions. Having turned up with 4 suitcases only makes you feel rich and free.
So as I passed over the Wairau river, memories flooded back of our time in Picton. We had arrived in New Zealand just 4 days earlier and had been hop, skipping and jumping across the north island in search of ‘home’. We had decided to head to the South island with still no real idea of where we would end up. We had found an ‘acceptable’ house on the ferry ride over and with public holidays it turned out we couldn’t move in for another 4 days. Parklands Marina became our home for that time and i enjoyed how simplified life became there.
Even in the short time we had spent on the road, I had become addicted to travel and moving on. The house we had found wasn’t the best fit, it didn’t have any land, just enough for a small veggie garden. It was very urban, lots of tiny houses and tiny blocks all stuck together, and busy streets with bright lamp lights. I kept looking for what was next, this ideal that I had set in my mind of what our home was meant to be. This was not it.
But it is ‘it’. Its right for now and as much as I thought this wasn’t my town, I am falling for it. All these thoughts came up today. As I drive to get our weekly milk, which tastes like no other milk I have ever had, as I drive to Mckendry park and roam for the ripe plums that are free (yesterday yet another variety had ripened). As I go to the gym, the best gym and employees of a gym that I have ever had. This is starting to feel like home.
Its easy to get bogged down when it feels like one week bleeds into the next, work is a 7 day a week thing and the kids have decided they hate each other again. But then I remember on a day like today when the sun is shining and the clouds hug the mountain tops, that we did this. We embarked on this adventure and we are still on it, Its just not moving as fast as it was.