In late 2012, Tony and I decided, after a couple of years of talking about it, the time had come to leave TI.
We wanted Kibbim and Seffy to understand there was a big world beyond
our tiny island. What better time to
relocate children than the beginning of the year. I booked flights for the kids and I on
Australia Day, 2013.
I wasn’t ready to leave and panicked. The big world beyond our tiny island frightened me. The day before we were
due to leave I cancelled our flights.
I re-enrolled the kids into school and settled back into
the easy pace of life on TI.
A few months after my aborted departure, the kids were doing their homework one afternoon while I made dinner.
‘We learnt the First Fleet today,’ said Kibby, excited. ‘They were sailing ships from England.’
‘When did they arrive?’
‘Australia Day, 1788.’
He paused and had a think. ‘They
took over Australia for England. Something like that anyway.’
‘Cool,’ I said.
‘Where did they land when they arrived in Australia?’
‘Um. They landed somewhere. Um.’
‘Starts with B … buh, buh,’ I said. Poor Kibby was wracking his brain. ‘Come on,
buh, buh-‘
‘Bamaga,’ she said like a true local, Bum-ug-uh.
It really was time to leave TI.
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