It’s been a while since I posted, but the summer sun in Australia has kept me very busy in this bubble of a place. The past 10 weeks have not felt real and I am not entirely sure if it has hit me that I am living down under.
All I know is that this time last year, when I was thinking about my next move, I never would have imagined I’d end up here. Since then, I have soared above the clouds back and forth across the world and this view has been enough to make my heart outgrow my chest.
I’m here on the opposite end of the world again, but I find myself still thinking about my next move. Part of me wants to be still, to find my base to call home, but something keeps calling my name.
Right now I’m here on a still night. I’m breathing to the quiet rhythm of the ocean, the moonlight mirrored in my eyes—and there is something so comforting about the moon. It not only pulls the tides, but it sees us just as who we are: small, shifting, vulnerable, confused, perfectly imperfect and perfectly lost— yet, entirely capable of reaching the very stars around it.
Sometimes, we feel a bit lost, a bit restless and a bit unsettled and that’s ok. Sure, it would be nice to have a steady plan. To know where we are going. But where’s the thrill in that?
I’ve learned I very much enjoy being lost in my own little world I’ve created. Reality doesn’t always fit me. Being perfectly lost and shifting has now become my sense of being. It’s where I feel most at home.
I have written about this feeling on many occasions, and I find myself describing it a little differently each time.
In this moment, a part of me feels that home is right here at my feet where I stand. But home is also that distant place that lies far beyond the stars, and doesn’t resemble any space or reality I’ve lived in.
I stand here between the two— gazing at the skies while gathering the moonlight with my arms. Because the greatest sensation is holding happiness in your arms and recognizing it as your own. I am realizing that no matter what end of the world I am on, home is wherever I feel most free.
So just like the moon, I’ll keep moving.
Girrrlllll, so good! This post felt very poetic to me. I can totally sense your heart through this and I loved reading. You amaze me and inspire me to be more adventurous and open to new opportunities. I love how you said home is wherever I’m most free. There’s something so beautiful about enjoying the moment while being unsure of the future. Because, aren’t we all unsure of the future? We can plan out every aspect of our future but usually it never goes exactly to plan. We do the best we can and let God guide us. I love you and love following your adventure. Enjoy these last few weeks, ready to have you be on the East Coast of ‘Merica! XOXO Proud of you.
Awww Shelbs! this warmed my heart 🙂 thanks so much for commenting and for always following along! you are totally right, we just need to let ourselves be guided<3 love you so much! xo