You can bring down the metaphorical houses around us; our economic and social systems, our bureaucratic systems, our education and health systems, you can destroy families and take away loved ones who die all alone, but know this, I am not alone. The people reading this letter are also here.
It's an interesting time, isn't it?
I wish at times like this I was a historian, so I could document all of the interesting things you are triggering off around the world. But instead, I want to thank you Covid-19 for creating this crisis - a crisis of scale not seen since WWII - for reminding me who I am.
the thought of actually saying "I love you" makes me feel incredibly vulnerable, so vulnerable in-fact, that I feel emotionally naked.
My partner, Kind Man, is on the other side of the continent and I'm not going to lie, I'm struggling with the distance. At first I enjoyed the space and the freedom that came with being alone, but then when the chaos of moving started to settle, I started to notice his absence. I missed him. But this blog is not about long-distant relationships,
It was messy, it was painful at times and even now, the grief of leaving one behind grabs at my heart and I miss her, I miss our lives and the times which we shared.
I have just arrived home on the East Coast of Australia after driving in a convoy for more than 4000km with two daughters and a dog. We literally drove across the country in a week and it still boggles my mind how far and wide this big, beautiful country is.
I wonder if, on some level, I enjoy the stress of moving; it creates excitement in my life and gives me something to look forward to.
Have you ever felt like you don't belong somewhere? It feels like I've spent my entire life searching for this illusive place where I belong. I'm yet to find it. In approximately 20 days, I will be driving 4500km across the country, back to where I was born. For a long time, I've felt disconnected from the place where I currently live and it's never felt like home, I've never felt like I belonged here. So when I went through my existential crisis here, one of the first things to resonate as a part of my re-birthed identity was my home; my soul and ancestral home. Once I discovered it, it was only a matter of time until I decided to return. Now, with 20ish days to go after nine years away, I'm packing...