The highs and lows of living in a caravan and travelling around the country.

From the euphoric highs of being camped on the beach, falling asleep to the waves crashing and almost as if they are lapping up against our home on wheels. To the feeling of freedom when you pull your home behind you - taking it everywhere and anywhere and knowing that you have your whole life in this box on wheels. And it is all you need.

And then there is the reality. The everyday grind that isn't seen in the highlight reels. The constant moving, the need to be thinking about every minor detail - where will we fill up with water, do we have enough power, where is the dump point, where are we staying next, why are the kids fighting all day today, working almost a full time job remotely to sustain this lifestyle.

Like everything in life, there are the good points and there are the bad points. But one thing that is for certain - I will look back with the fondest of memories for being able to spend every minute of my baby girls early years with them. Not sitting in traffic, slogging out a 9-5 and hardly getting home in time to put them to bed. No, those days are done. I only get once chance to see them grow up. I don't get a redo, a second chance at that. And I'll do anything to make sure we can spend as long as possible making these memories together.

Adam.

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