Lately, I’ve struggled with the idea of home. I have spent so much of my adult life traveling that now when I sit down and think about where I most want to be it becomes more about the people I most want to be with. However they are scattered through the globe, like confetti on a nightstand.
I’m slowly starting to see that creating a home within, finding places anywhere in the world that draw me in nostalgia and align me with all of the places I hold dear; is perhaps more my home than any physical location.
Here along the beaches of Mount Maunganui I feel like I am back home in Manly, across the oceans in St Ives and I feel very lucky to be able to call anywhere the ocean is my home, my freedom and my comfort.