I’m a traveler. I always have been and I have no doubt that I always will be. In my teens I moved across country chasing a dream and once the chase began it’s been near impossible to give it up. Sure the dreams have changed along the way, the things I chase tend to morph with time and experience with lovers and friends, with new tastes and with new songs. My dreams have changed. I have changed. When once I focused my energy primarily on what others thought of me… I found great perspective in the dusty land of Northern India in my early twenties. I found empathy that had always been there but had not had the room to breathe. When once I focused my energy primarily on what I could do for myself, in South East Asia I found the inspiration to change my focus to what I could do for other people. The dark sands and bright palms of Asia have always been home to me.
When I moved to Indonesia on a whim I threw away a dream that I had sacrificed so much for. I traded a shot at the dream for wanderlust. I traded a creative challenge for a cultural one. Whilst I didn’t know at the time what was urging me to go, three and a half years later, when I left that spectacular country with a chubby little baby on my hip, I knew. It was just somewhere I was meant to be, it was instrumental to my future.
I have always been a traveler. I used to travel to far off lands with nothing but a backpack and a suffering bank account. I loved and partied and experienced and tasted and dove into worlds unknown. I traveled throughout my pregnancy and as soon as Bo was eleven weeks old we traveled again. Inspired by love and lust for adventure, inspired by a desire to be close to those who I held dear, inspired by new places and faces.
Bo and I have always traveled alone. Even when her father and I were together, when traveling, it was still just us. Just the two of us in transit and flights and on buses and trains with backpacks and travel snacks. Now it’s been just us for almost a year. Our worlds so intertwined. People often say to me, ‘you’re so brave, traveling so far with your baby…’ but it has nothing to do with bravery. I am just me. I have the urge to move and to see the world… and I’m so lucky that I get to take my beautiful child along with me. In new places Bo is always kept close, I never leave her, I keep her up in my arms in a sling or a carrier until she is ready to explore on her own. Wherever we go, in different beds and different countries surrounded by different sights and sounds and people… there is always a constant. We always have each other close.
I turned 28 a few days into this trip, and whilst in so many ways I know I have come so far since those first intrepid travels around this globe… I’m still a child in so many ways. I’m still learning and I’m still finding my way… watching the world through not only my own eyes, but also through the eyes of my child… and wondering. What happens next?
It is International Babywearing week this week, I’m a big supporter of the sling libraries and parenting support and general comraderie that comes from groups of like-minded parents. If you’ve got little people and you are looking for a great place to socialise, meet new people and learn a bit about the myriad of carriers out there, check out your local babywearing group this week, there is bound to be some sort of fun event on in your area.
In these pictures we are using our beautiful Sakura Bloom sling, it’s lovely and supportive and has been an absolute dream for this leg of our travels…