11/08/2022
Just six and a half weeks until we can laze around like this all day again 🤍.
As a mum and freelancer, I sometimes struggle to find a balance between the time I give my work vs Austin. I might be home for 24 hours, then abroad the next. I love the adventures I embark on, and stories I have the privilege of documenting; but am also keenly aware of the potential effect it can have on our family life. Thank goodness for an amazing and supportive husband, and the clients who make the time away worthwhile.
In light of the above, family travel is one of those special times where we’re able to focus solely on enjoying each other, while exploring new and beautiful cultures, their food, and stories, together.
People ask why we bother travelling with a toddler who won’t remember anything. I understand that travel is expensive, and yes, Austin won’t have specific memories from this trip. However, this super social kid will probably kick a ball in an Italian piazza with people he’s never met before, he’ll be faced with some of the most breathtaking landscapes he’s ever seen, and he’ll taste flavour combinations that will develop and expand his palate, amongst other experiences. The trip will affect his development in ways that aren’t necessarily identifiable or traceable to these weeks abroad, but I don’t doubt that such experiences will be formative, and that’s enough. And anyway, even if he doesn’t remember, we will 🤍
