The past 7 weeks have seen our family split up across two countries and 3 homes. I’ve been in a self- imposed exile at my Uncle’s farm with a singular focus: Creating a family campervan from a retired ambulance. (Some blogposts here.)
Littlest was with my mum and dad some 50km away and Dadonthebrink, Angelina and Hugo a further 2000km away. It’s been a tough few weeks for all of us, me working 12 hour days, 7 days a week.
I’ve been asked and asked myself too, how can I cope without the kids and Dadonthebrink.
The only answer was that I was focused on the end result of what I wanted to achieve for all of us to enjoy. I also didn’t have much time to ruminate over what I was missing out on, Whatsapp and Skype have been our bridge. Multiple daily photos kept us in touch and abreast of progress and happenings.
I can imagine this is what athletes must go through, especially in preparation for major competitions.
Over the past weeks it’s been difficult to break my focus away from the project at task. I’ve completed a small copyediting project for a Hungarian firm, but have lagged behind, dropping lots of other balls.
Women, especially mums, are supposed to be so good at multitasking. I usually am. Yet I’ve failed at it miserably over the past weeks. Now, that I’ve stepped away from the project for 2 weeks- I needed to step back into life and pick up some of the pieces- I wonder whether it was my self -preservation mechanism which made me so singularly focused?
On the other hand, I say singular focus, but in reality over been on one of the steepest learning curve of my life: Learning about materials, material strengths, electrics, circuitry, plumbing, safety, interior design and carpentry. And in most cases having to defend my position and ideas to those helping me on the project.
In this time, I’ve faced the frustration of dealing with the appalling supply chain and customer service in Hungary. I’ve missed my home, the UK, where I know where to get Sicaflex and No more nails, foam and upholstery. I’ve traded this for much less rain and a very well-equipped workshop.
Now, however, I’m ready for a break, to slot back into family life in Sweden for a mere two weeks. I need to reenergise as well as make the final decisions on equipment for Campy Van.
Then, hopefully, with a final push I will return to the UK via Sweden ( and possibly Norway) for a summer of campervan adventure with the kids.