Come home to yourself


Home. A patch of land. A group of people. A place. A feeling. That eternal search to belong. Like many travellers I’ve been on that journey. That adventure. That search. And as I board another plane I’ve come to realise that mine is a portable one. It has no bricks and it has no door. Sometimes it’s surrounded by the most beautiful people and sometimes none at all. It’s nowhere I’ve been and none of the amazing places I am still to discover. Home is wherever you’re with you.

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