Final and Longest Blog

As the title suggests this will be my last post for a while as i’m due to arrive home very soon! Little Boy and I will be flying from Kununurra to Perth (3 hours) to Sydney (5 hours) and my loving Daddy will be picking us up late at night to drive us home to Newcastle (2 hours). 

While I don’t feel “ready” to leave our home at Turkey Creek, the thought of travelling for a full day with an almost two year old sitting on my lap makes me want to get it over with before the baby in my belly makes it impossible. We will leave behind Husband for an unknown period of time, it could be weeks, it could be months. Scary! 

Our time in Warmun/Turkey Creek has been an incredible learning, reflecting, challenging, humbling and, at times, extremely frustrating experience. 

I’m grateful for the small insight into life in a traditional aboriginal community. It would take years for me to “get it” but I think i’ve realised its not as dramatic and romantic as the media makes it out to be. It’s just another way of doing life. Rural communities don’t need our city slicker sympathy but they do need better access to resources and respect.  

I’ve learnt :

  • how to do groceries when you don’t know when it will come or how many people it will need to feed
  • that kids really don’t need many toys (3 is so much easier to pack up than 30)
  • how to descale the kettle
  • how to bathe in the shower (Thank-you sister in law!)
  • that I don’t need to wear make up every day. Or any day really.
  • that I can survive (but don’t enjoy) wearing the same few outfits eveerrryyy daaaay
  • how to make meals when there’s no eggs, cheese, bread, milk, veggies, rice, pasta….
  • a lot of helicopter lingo
  • that my husband and son (and baby!) truly are my best friends and if I never saw another person as long as I lived I would still be radiantly happy
  • that it’s not all that bad. Life could be far far worse. It’s only a season. God is in control. Chocolate will help. 

A lady from a church in Kununurra told me in my first week here that “Diamonds are made under great pressure in the Kimberleys.” I’m actually getting teary writing this: God has used our time here to create precious, rock-hard, shiny little gems in my life that will never be taken away. 



How can I top my last post?

I don’t think I can, so i’ll just ramble a little bit and add some cute photos.

We are a week out from our Darwin escape and it couldn’t have come at a better time. The three of us are going absolutely stir crazy. I’m embarrassed to say I even packed my bag at one stage and tearfully organised accommodation back home with a friend. But. I’m still here.

I am truly amazed every time I reach my limit and think I cannot possibly go another day how God, in his own perfect timing, works things out.

Our water was spontaneously turned off yesterday for a few hours. Grateful it was water and not our electricity! Also grateful it came back on just in time for Little Boy to have a much needed shower before bed.

An awful feeling of loneliness and isolation was curbed today by a beautiful pilot who flies the Royal Flying Doctors to Warmun. I only visited her for 10 minutes to pick up our mail, but it was so nice to chat with someone who “gets it” out here in a positive light.

We have no bread, no eggs, no milk, and no vegetables (well, we have potatoes). Having to get creative, I made pizza dough last night and sliced cooked potato on top with cheese and some frozen ham for little boy. Not sure what culinary delight tonight will hold!

If you thought I was exaggerating the fly situation, check this out. It has since been replaced with 3 new killing machines fly swats.




Little Boy and his friend at playgroup playing with their dolls. It was so precious, they just wanted to sit on the lounge and cuddle their babies.