Caz and Craig have been traveling and living around the world since 1997.
This is a guest post by our Sydney Travel Tribes friend Lauren Fritsky from The life That Broke Ten weeks into a year-long trip abroad, it’s easy to remember your “old” life. Regular emails and Skype requests come from family and friends. Care packages and cards consistently fill your mailbox. Friends litter your Facebook wall with messages as you miss the first major holiday, then the second. As those weeks
I was armed and ready for it upon my return home this time. I knew what it was, and there was no way that shady ghost was going to sneak up on me and catch me unawares. I armed myself with knowledge of the stages I was about to go through and had my reverse-culture-shock antidote kit stocked up and ready to start firing. And fire I did. I lost
Plastic food that does not disintegrate (yes I’ve seen a four year old burger still in pristine condition), the cause of sky-rocketing worldwide obesity levels, I’m sure somewhere in there they have a bad record of looking after the environment and their workers, and a really scary looking clown are some of the reasons I shudder when I hear the mention of Big Macs for dinner. But, I did find
Traveling for Craig and I is really pretty easy, only due to experience. We know how to do it, and how to overcome the challenges as they arrive. However, a new era of travel is upon us with Kalyra which presents for us a whole new range of challenges. Traveling with Kalyra when she was a baby was pretty simple, although we never really did any major long journeys- except
When setting out to conquer the world, we always leave with a bucket list a mile long of all we want to accomplish on our journey. On that list we place all our hopes and dreams, what we want to see and do and learn along the way. We check them off as we have the experience and we feel so gratified and enlightened. And then we return home and
The cacophony of crickets brings me peace, as I sit on my porch and welcome the moon shining down upon a magical Carolina evening. My hair no longer sticks to my face, but blows gently in the wake of the passing summer storm. I am comforted by the crickets. They are always there, singing happiness or lamentation, no matter where I am in the world or when. Another farewell party has been and gone.
So I am excited to be returning to God’s country, as we so love to call Australia. Despite all the traveling I do and the love I have for so many places around the world, Australia will always be my home and hold the most special place in my heart. Spending every day sharing my culture and country with my students over the morning TV broadcast show this year, made
Whether you are leaving home to go traveling, or returning home from travelling or living overseas, a must thing to do is to have a farewell party. Sometimes this farewell party can turn into a week long affair filled with lots of smaller parties. Whatever, the more fun the better. It’s a time for you to say your goodbyes and celebrate the many friendships and great memories you have created
So I’ve not yet arrived home in Oz and I’m pissed off, in a major way. Making the decision to return home to Australia was one of the most difficult I’ve had to make in my life. I didn’t want to leave the US, but I made the decision to because I was tired of struggling and being paid way less than I was worth. I decided to make a
