Precisely a week after my husband Will, our nine-month-old son Hamish, and I had moved from Sydney to Charles Darwin Reserve in remote Western Australia, I sat crying in our new house.
I couldn’t help but mourn the life I'd left behind just a week before in Sydney – a reasonably senior marketing role at a large American firm based in the CBD, more friends than I had time to see each week, a beautiful (rented) apartment overlooking Sydney Harbour and the support of a 20-strong mothers' group.
Yet here I was, sitting in an empty house in the middle of outback WA, in 40-degree heat, feeling completely alone and defeated.
I had known Will was unhappy living the city life for a while. One night in Sydney he told me he had this really strong feeling that if he died tomorrow, he would feel like he hadn't really done anything truly worthwhile. I said what any supportive wife would say in response to such a deep and heartfelt outpouring: “Well, stop bloody whining and do something about it!”
Little did I know that a matter of weeks and a lot of job searching later, conservation organisation Bush Heritage Australia would be inviting our family to see a 70,000 hectare reserve that Will was potentially going to manage.
My first impression of the reserve was “NO WAY, just no. I could never, EVER, live here.” The thick flies. The endless red dirt. The sweltering heat. What did a city girl originally from Scotland know about living “off the grid”?
I wept that night when Will told me how incredible he thought it all was and how desperate he was to accept the role should Bush Heritage offer it. I gripped Will's hand tightly as his prospective boss offered him the role and told us how perfect we'd be for the post.
Ha! Me! Perfect for a life in the outback? The closest I've ever been to rural living is getting my camping badge at Girl Guides almost 30 years ago.
Life was a flurry of activity as we unpacked all our things and explored our new backyard. But soon the nothingness began. While Will was off getting acquainted with his new job, I was alone in the homestead with Hamish wondering how on earth I was going to get through this.
It was in those early lonely months that I recall Will telling me “only boring people get bored”. I realised I needed some purpose outside of childrearing so I slowly began to fill my days with activities.
I started a vegetable garden with organic ingredients. I planned and planted a large succulent garden. I bought six chickens. I started running through the bush. I did yoga. I got involved in work on the reserve. I made an effort to drive into town more often and in doing so I started to forge new friendships.
Most significantly, I fell pregnant again. There’s nothing at all boring about having a newborn baby in the Australian Outback!
They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. I feel like a much tougher and more resilient version of myself having stepped out of my comfort zone into the 70,000 hectares of rugged Aussie bush that is Bush Heritage’s Charles Darwin Reserve.
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