So I fly home to New Zealand this afternoon and all I can say is what an experience this has been. I’ve found myself looking for a balance of familiarity and newness every place I’ve been, but I think that for now, that lies at home.
What is home, anyway? People say home is where the heart is, so mine is everywhere all at once. It’s with the sunshine, cosy hostels, art on the walls of the streets, a thousand other beating hearts rushing through entwined paths, but most of all, it’s with the people I’ve met on this journey.
To those who took me in, reminded me to be proud of myself for being brave, made me laugh, made time seem magically irrelevant-thank you. You know who you are.
I had no concrete plans when I left NZ, and I keep telling myself to not be disappointed that I didn’t continue my journey, but to give myself credit for spending the time here that I did.
To conclude with a quote from Scottish novelist Robert Louis Stevenson, “We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best that we find is an honest friend. He is a fortunate voyager who finds many.” ❤️🌎