This Will Be My Last Email for a While

For the past few weeks I’ve had a Billy Joel song in my head:

“You may be right … I may be crazy ... But it just may be a lunatic you’re looking for.”

You see, I’m writing this to you hunched over in the back of a motorhome that’s currently parked in the seaside town of Tin Can Bay, Queensland.

Liz and I have embarked on an epic family adventure: a 3,500-kilometre road trip that has taken us from the family farm in Romsey, Victoria, all the way up to Cooktown, Queensland. For three (or four) months. In a Winnebago. With our four kids.

“Turn out the lights, don’t try to save me!” as Billy sings.

We actually took off a month earlier than we planned … we made the snap decision to make our getaway a few weeks ago, sensing that the borders may close.

In truth it only added to the sense of adventure. After all, this was months in the making; earlier this year I went to the post office and bought a huge map of Australia and sprawled it out on the kitchen table.

Planning out the trip — pinning lots of thumbtacks on the map and googling interesting places — is almost as much fun as going. We’re going to the Big Banana, the Big Mango, heck we’re even going to the Big Bloody Prawn!

I’ve never seen the kids so excited … well, until last night anyway.

Late last night my eight-year-old stirred from his sleep and noticed the glow of my laptop.

“What are you doing, Dad?” he whispered.

“I’m writing my column … and responding to a heap of emails”, I sighed.

“Oh”, he said.

Silence.

“You work really hard, Dad. So I guess you can’t take the time off and spend it with us.”

I closed my laptop and stared into the darkness. He snuggled up and gave me a hug.

I realised that for almost 18 years I’ve ended every column with the tagline “Tread Your Own Path!”

This morning I’ve decided it’s time to actually live it. I’ll be taking a break from these columns for a while, and investing in my kids. I’ll catch you on the flipside.

Scott Pape