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Sad mum diary

Guess what? Turns out I have a fan base – small, yet loyal, and urging me to write more. There must also be a dedicated bot out there reading this blog as my inbox is regularly assaulted with “accept this comment” emails. With excitement, I open the email eager to see that a reader has engaged with my content, only to read: “Try your luck! Just remember to keep it fun, don’t chase your losses.”

Unsure how this comment relates to travelling and/or motherhood, I curse the spam gods.

We’re back in Adelaide, Méabh and I. It wasn’t really an adjustment returning to the City of Churches. After 6 months away, you’d think it would be. However, what I realised while I was away was how much I’d been running from. I used travel as a means of escape, hoping my problems wouldn’t follow me.

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Our Dutch Life

I had a definite sense of unease and trepidation boarding the Galway Citylink bus to Dublin Airport. Méabh and I had just farewelled close friends from home, leaving them to the remainder of their Ireland road trip, while we jet-set off to the Netherlands, and I’ll admit I had really missed having friends on this side of the world.

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Off-Duty For A Week

I wasn’t going to include my solo getaway, but due to popular demand from my loyal readers, here it is – albeit brief. I left my tiny companion at 3am in Galway, in the hands of her loving grandparents and favourite aunty.  At times, i’ve fallen deep into many a habit hole whilst surfing the comments section of parenting facebook groups.  These tend to be spaces filled with deep devotion, and perspectives on leaving children that are worlds away from my own.  Many posts come from parents who couldn’t imagine being away from their child, even briefly.  I remind myself how lucky I am to have such great support, and without guilt, jump on that bus to Dublin.  I had a wedding to attend. 

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Lost in the Fjords

Picking up our brand new electric car in Oslo was the start of our next adventure. I’d already flirted with the “wrong” side of the road in a manual car during my escapades down south, so I felt confident enough. That confidence quickly unravelled as the car started yelling at me for no apparent reason, and the exits in the middle of a major city suddenly felt like the maze scene from the Triwizard Cup—confusing, and mildly terrifying.

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