I am the antithesis of prepared.
I am the person who books an International flight and manically hunts for my passport on the morning of departure.
I am the person who travels through South America for a year without reading the Lonely Planet guide that’s in my backpack.
I am the person who tows a 1960s caravan to the Red Centre of Australia with three kids and no spare tyre (and no fly net hat).
So my partner wasn’t surprised last weekend when I decided to take the kids on an impromptu road trip while he worked.
He needed the car and my in-laws were staying in our Airstream, but that wasn’t going to stop me.
Luckily the Gods always seem to indulge my crazy whims.
A cheap hire car and a friend with a spare bell tent later, and I was off to join in an Airstream Rally on the Mornington Peninsula.
Perhaps to my detriment I have no five year-plan. I live my life day-to-day.
I value words like spontaneous, serendipitous, flexible, go-with-the-flow.
The only things I haven’t done on a whim are get married or get a tattoo.
(As a result I am still not married and I don’t have a tattoo.)
Motherhood for me was definitely unplanned. And to my horror, my children all thrive on routine.
While spontaneity feels more like masochism these days, I still try my best to break the mold.
Whingeing kids and a wrong turn almost made me give up and head home last weekend.
But although prepared isn’t part of my vocabulary, perseverance definitely is.
Thanks to my gorgeous fellow Airstreamer, Jessie from Happy Glamper, for the amazing bell tent. And the coffee!
This post was originally written for Common Threads – a collaborative photoblog.