Where the heart is…

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Home is so hard to define. Home is the familiarity of ones own country, city, or routines. Home is friendships forged through shared experiences, living in someone’s country. Given time, good will and perseverance, home is the familiar faces and features of anywhere. Years can go by, but good friendships seem to reconnect without effort.

Ten weeks living on the generosity of friends, in the country of my passport has been indescribably easy and comfortable. The grief of missing people gone or left behind, wells up at unexpected moments, at a sunset or a song, a kind gesture or a fragrance. Lifes’ routines of chatting over coffee, beach walking, feeding animals, gardening, cooking and creating (pottery shisa in Australia) is grounding.

The work of deciding where home will be next has been hard work. Work consisting of appointments with professionals, conversations with family, friends and colleagues, games of “What would we choose today?” and checking and rechecking dollars and dates. For the next five months, home is The Road again, travelling north to Darwin, then further north to Iceland. Home is always where the heart is.

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Photos

Somewhere ...
Kirkland Road, Ashbourne

6B Crew
at my favourite restaurant, Daikon no Hana

Himeji Castle
and the Shirasagi Community

Family
in Himeji Gardens, Adelaide

Tori, Japan
another great excursion

Wilga
finally reached the eaves

Comments

[Andrea]

Hiw fantastic that you have 2 months to do the 3000km. But if you do 600km a day it will be done in 5 days. Yes, 600km in a day does require a rest day!! Alana and I recently drove from Alice around the west Macs to Uluru and then to adelaide. We also noticed how green it is out there after the rains. Enjoy you lovely trip in your Avan. I love getting your blogs. X aos