It’s funny how quickly you can fall into a routine. We’ve always known our Australian adventure was never a permanent thing, but we easily sank into a schedule. It just became a way of life we were used to. June would come and we would be on our way back home, feeling like it all happened too fast. But what’s even funnier is how quickly you can fall out of routine. We took one simple week off to spend some time in a part of Australia that is often overlooked by tourists, but never imagined how hard it would be to come back.
Jonathon and I went on a fantastic trip to Tasmania. A week filled to the brim with hiking, viewing incredible landscapes, lots of great food and wine, a marriage proposal that I’m still trying to comprehend; experiencing a place that truly is like no other (you wouldn’t know you were still in Australia if it wasn’t for the accents). But when it was time to head back to the mainland we really struggled. Not because we didn’t want the vacation to end (we didn’t, but that’s a different can of worms), but because we felt like we were supposed to be heading back home, home to North Dakota where all of our friends and family are.
It was a feeling neither of us expected. We knew we were heading back to the farm where we would continue the routine per usual. A routine we had come to enjoy, but it just didn’t feel right anymore. We did what we had to do and have slowly fallen back into the routine, but all we can think about is getting home and how we have 7 long weeks before we get to board the plane.
Yet somehow in the last couple of days I’ve been reminded of how blessed we are to be spending this time in Australia and how lucky we are to have the life we do.
^^^because when you stop and look around this life is pretty amazing ^^^
I think we all can become complacent with the way we live our lives. Everything turns to normalcy. As creatures of habit we need to be reminded of how this life is pretty amazing.
The other night I had dreams of my Grandpa Bruce. A man that never took life for granted. A man that as they say “grabbed life by the horns.” I think of him often since he passed almost two years ago, but I hadn’t had dreams of him. These dreams in particular felt so real: his smile, his uncontrollable, contagious laugh, his handlebar mustache. Nothing was really happening, but all I could remember were these still-shots of being with him. Various people came in and out, but it was always at least him and I. They stuck with me the rest of the day and hung around a few days more, reminding me to be thankful and present and enjoy the rest of my time here. Leave it to my stubborn Grandpa to not allow me to take this all for granted.
This was just the start, though. I remembered why we were here in the first place. To learn and grow and understand more the life of an organic vegetable operation and to provide heaps of good food to so many people. All lessons we have learned and hope to bring back with us to create our own organic operation. This whole experience has also allowed us to meet so many great people from all walks of life. We’re currently invited to visit our newfound friends in Mexico, Japan, Italy, Ireland, Holland, of course Australia…and Minnesota nonetheless.
The current WWOOFER’s are one gal from Japan, two gals from Ireland, one gal from Holland, and a guy from Minnesota that just came to hang out and get away from his desk job (sound familiar?). It was decided not long after our return back to farm that we would have a celebratory dinner party in honor of our recent engagement. That party commenced last night and needless to say it was yet another reminder to not wish our time away on wanting to be home. We were even given a glorious chocolate cake inscribed with “Congrats Hannah & Jonathon” with lots of pink hearts from our dear friend and restaurant chef, Pauline. How could we not feel blessed? We left the party knowing we had made five new, incredible friends.
So, creature of habit, this is me, reminding you, to not take this life for granted. Or any experience or moment in time whether you’re just trying to figure out the self-timer on your camera and are proposed to all within 60 seconds, sitting by a warm fire reading a book, or jumping for joy because all the snow has finally melted and summer’s on it’s way. Be present…
And most of all >>> Be in love with your life. Every minute of it. <<< – Jack Kerouac