For the past two years, since I packed my boxes and left my flat in Torquay, I haven’t had a fixed address. I haven’t stayed in one place for more than three months at a time. I’ve bounced around countless countries in Europe, living and working nomadically. Somehow, and unexpectedly, my life became a series of one-way tickets, not many returns, and a strong feeling of displacement. Yet, I’m preparing to do the same thing for the rest of the year. What I’ve learnt, amidst packing my bags and moving around so frequently, is that home is, without a doubt, a feeling. I have spent the summer back in Australia and am getting ready to embark on a one-way ticketed journey back to Europe in less than a month. There were many reasons I wanted to
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