17/05/2024
Life is beautiful and strange and synced-in and mysterious. Three months ago the idea of giving up van life and settling in Perth was the most insane thing I could imagine and was not in any way an option I was interested in even considering. I had people down south trying to convince me to stay, and I didn’t understand why, when I’d been so clear that I didn’t want a home and that I was set on heading back north. But here I am now, down south, with a home 10m from the beach, and the van parked outside but not being lived in. I have a full time job that is interesting / difficult / freeing / all-consuming / infuriating / deeply meaningful. I don’t know how I arrived in this spot but I’m grateful to be here. I know there is an amazing path forward, but I don’t know yet how the previous parts of me and my previous plans align with this new direction. I don’t know yet how to balance the Tame and the Wild. The change has been overwhelming and the stress of the new job sometimes too much. I don’t regret moving to Perth and taking a job, but I do notice the impact that it’s had on my connection to self and connection to Country. But last night someone reminded me that self-care is a thing. So today I’ve taken multiple long hot showers, I’ve asked for help where I needed it, and, most importantly, I’ve taken time to step away from the laptop and the ocean views in my apartment, and I’ve taken time to bask in the sun, play in the ocean, sit in the rocks while the sun sets. I’ve looked at the beauty around me. And if I was going to unexpectedly land somewhere, I’m feeling pretty lucky it was here.
