Home and dry, earth, feelings

I’m home.

And wow, it feels good.

In all my 33 years, I never understood the word ‘homesick’ or the concept of ‘missing’ a thing, a person, a place. Well, I do now.

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I decided whilst in my little cabin to cut my ta-road trip in half and save part two for later. So much fun, so many people, so much movement… I was happy, but tired, and in need of a break.

In need of home, it turned out.

My new moon ritual helped me realise I’m not 25 any more, and release – with gratitude – the fiery younger me with whom I still identified. Letting her go was a relief. Unlike in my early 20s, I now have work that I’m passionate about doing, a home that I’m loving building, and a partnership that I am genuinely committed to. I could feel all of those things calling me, towards the end of my trip. I knew it was time to get back to them.

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Meanwhile, here’s home.

I told Em I’d be back a little later than I actually was, so I could surprise her with a hotel room and a bath (long story – the short version is, we don’t have one on the boat so baths have become the ultimate luxury) and dinner out. A friend was in on the scheme and between us and the hotel receptionist we hatched a plan to have Em dropped off and sent to the room where I was waiting. She jumped 50 feet in the air, screamed and smashed a champagne glass, which I consider a sign of success 🙂

I didn’t bring the New York weather back with me (despite the warm spring days I’d enjoyed at the cabin, it was snowing as I left) and my first weekend back was sunny and bright. I bought a bike! We cycled the city. Planned a pot-garden, chopped wood, had a sunset picnic with our marina neighbours, did laundry, went to the market. It was low-key, cosy brilliant.

And now, I’m back in my studio with a head full of ideas (as usual) and a new go-easy approach to making (some of) them happen. Feet on the ground, head feeling clearer, happy to be home.

 

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11 comments

  1. chloetarot says:

    Welcome home! To be honest, I can barely imagine a week away from my family, let alone months! Enjoy settling back in 🙂

  2. Ellen says:

    You have to go on holidays and travel to realize how wonderful home really is. Home is were the heart is and you definitely got a lot of heart felt love invested in the cornerstones of your home. 🙂

  3. Scott says:

    Welcome home! 🙂 To quote a Pratchettism at you…
    “Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.” from A Hat Full of Sky

  4. Sarah Dawn says:

    Glad you made it back home safe and sound. It was lovely meeting you and getting to hang-out. Hope to see you back in this neck of the woods before too long. 🙂

  5. Samantha says:

    Good choice, not stretching yourself further than is fun. What a lovely weekend you describe! I want a picnic myself!

    Also now I have The Beatles’ “Free As A Bird” in my head, because “home and dry” is one of the lyrics and I love that song.

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