This is a log of our little family moving out of our suburban house and comfortable lifestyle , and into a custom built 24' caravan, and towing it around Australia, seeking training and employment as a helicopter pilot.
Wednesday, 9 November 2011
Caravan Park 'click'
I should have known that moving into a caravan park on a semi-permanent basis was like moving to a new suburb. All around us are people whose daily lives revolve around who they talk to and who they don't talk to for god knows whatever reason only known to them. When we first arrived everyone was friendly to us and they still are but as we chatted with people, they let slip the little tidbits about who communicates with whom. Mr B across from us doesn't talk to his closest neighbour Mr T (I will obscure the names to protect their identities). Mr B and Mrs J talk to everybody in general conversation but keep to themselves most of the time (wise move I say). The two Ms A's have an exclusive little click going. Some permanents from further afield in the park steer clear of everyone down our way which leads me to the conclusion that we have been placed with an 'interesting' lot. Gossip is rife if you're willing to get caught up in it and because there are no such boundaries as fences etc between sites, one must be careful about where one parks their car or puts their chairs so as not to upset the delicate balance (sounds like animal planet doesn't it). I did come to the conclusion the other day that a possible reason for this behaviour is because we all live so close to one another that it becomes tedious to have to say hi to someone every time you step out of your door. So therefore, it's perhaps better to have a dignified silence between neighbours rather than hourly acknowledgements. We were given subtle warning about our nearest neighbour in regards to our pets. She is unable to have pets because she lives in a caravan park owned cabin and so we were told she may cause trouble because we have pets. Initially she loved seeing the cats around although we never saw them on her turf. Recently though, our nearest neighbour has decided not to acknowledge us anymore (as I said before, god knows why) but if we can continue to carry on regardless and Ms A doesn't decide to find issue with the pets, we should survive our 6 or so months in the wilds of the Lilyponds permanents' suburb.
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