Home and coming 'home'.

Dear friends,
family,
and strange people who don't talk to me but randomly read this
(for whatever private reasons you have).

We left our 'home' just over 6 months ago now, but- what is home, ay?
We have driven 14,238km since then and have found home in all sorts of strange places.

Mostly in time, in peace of mind, in music, in warm arms.
Home is such a mobile concept. We may think it exists between walls or with certain people, but it's moved for me, outside of those walls and outside of those specifics and it's now just a feeling.
Regardless of who is where and what is hanging from the walls, regardless of whats in my stomach or what's playing on the ipod, regardless of whether I'm on my own or with others. I am either at home, or I'm not. I have either slipped into my mental track pants or I haven't. Yep.

So, currently, for boring information's sake, H and I are in the Byron Bay shire. Nowhere near the bay this morning, but somewhere lovely all the same.



I was pretty displeased by Byron Bay. Many people have raved about the place, saying things like,
'You would LOVE Byron Bay!!!!'
But, well, I didn't...
I didn't hate it, but I just thought it was another average holiday location, same old, same old.

You know, a few blocks of typical shops, and a few more eastern-hippy style selling places. But, really- I can shop anywhere. And I am not about spending, spending, spending. Who needs more dresses, swimwear, jewellery, cakes, sunglasses and shoes to look at. I say you just go take a look at your own wardrobe and leave paradise alone. So, I spent some time walking on the beach, sitting on the beach, sitting on the grass. I bought a cup of ice-cream and I posted a letter or two.
Thanks Byron.







After spending a week or more in The Whitsundays with Tim (meet Tim Gardner, H's daddio), enjoying some times out on the water in rich peoples sailing boats, we drove down the coast towards H's mom's place, all quite quickly because H had a plane to catch. He disappeared to Sydney for a few days and I finally learnt to drive The Haryana Express!!!!! I can even take off at traffic lights without stalling now!! It was a beautiful time of remembering that I used to do lots of stuff on my own, quite capably. I recorded some music, hung with a lovely Sam, explored the coast line, Murwillumbah, and read silly-light-hearted novels.



H had an interview with the NSW Ambulance peeps, and we have no idea how it went because those things are so damn vague. Questions were asked and questions were answered, people were polite and friendly and writing down notes. And we will find out when we find out, I guess.

After reuniting with H we went on a Safari search and found our friends filming a video clip in a sneaky little treasure cove, friendly times followed.



I have been overawed by peoples generosity and hospitality, inspired by ambition and adventure, and learnt more and more about just seeing what happens.

Probably see you soon, ay.