For decades now, I have lived a life of temporariness, travel and transiency. Wherever I have arrived, it is with the knowledge that I will depart. The excitement of every arrival is tempered for me with the knowledge of my imminent departure.
On the one hand such a life is liberating, an untethered spirit with a kaleidoscope of endless novelty. I have been unbound in this life of adventure and remained free to embrace beloved people, stunning locations and wondrous experiences all around the globe.
On the other hand, I wonder what is home. Is it a house or a place or a person? ‘Forever’ is a word I do not use and it is a very long time since I stayed in any place long enough to witness a seed grow into a sapling and then a tree.
Only now have I started thinking about permanence, a house to buy and perhaps a place or person to call home…
