So we left.
And it was easier than I imagined. You bung all your stuff into a 40 ft container and you close the doors and you hand over the house keys and you get into the car with 2 dogs and a cat and you drive away and suddenly there’s this glorious detachment.
We drove over the border and out of Zambia, into Malawi where we spent a night on a lake that looks like the sea.
And on into familiar Tanzania where we drove upwards and through the Southern Highlands all the way to the east coast, where we spent two days by the Indian Ocean so that the unfamiliar roar of a real sea interrupted our sleep.
And then we were in Kenya and there was incredible surge of homecoming joy. After the hurly burly of recent months, after the upheaval and the unhappiness this suddenly feels recklessly right. The fun isn’t over. The unsettledness remains. We aren’t sure where our adventure’s going to take us next.
But for now there are new views.
Our children dismiss us as irresponsible hippies; ‘I suppose’, sniffs Amelia, ‘that you two are going to find the most impossible bush flung location that you can?’
For now though, we’re just happy to be here, breathing in the scent of home and rain.
And after five days on the roads, the animals are quite pleased to have arrived too.